Chapter 133 A Woman's Intuition! This person smells of blood!

Faced with the huge bait thrown out by Lin Zixiong, Jiang Wu's breathing became somewhat rapid, her eyes fixed on the box of US dollars, as if her soul had been sucked into it.

This greedy look made Lin Zixiong's smile deepen.

He was certain that no woman could resist such temptation.

Qin Lie's wife? A model military spouse from the military compound?

These identities are worthless in the face of the green dollar.

"Mr. Lin...you...please let me think about it, this is too sudden..."

Jiang Wu's voice trembled slightly. She reached out as if to touch the box of banknotes, but stopped in mid-air, showing both longing and fear.

Perfect acting skills.

“Of course, of course.” Lin Zixiong closed his suitcase with an air of elegance. “Such an important decision requires careful consideration. Ms. Jiang, I’m not in a hurry, I can wait.”

He behaved like an extremely patient hunter.

"However..." he changed the subject casually, "I heard that Ms. Jiang's studio has recently encountered some minor troubles? For example, a series of accidents have happened to the craftsmen's families?"

Jiang Wu's body stiffened abruptly, her face showing a look of fear and doubt.

"How...how did you know?"

"Hehe, Ms. Jiang, please don't misunderstand." Lin Zixiong waved his hand, his smile becoming meaningful. "I still have some friends in China, so I'm well-informed."

“I just want to tell you that doing business in this country sometimes requires more than just talent; you also need some… friends who can handle the trouble.”

"And I, and the Pan Pacific Group behind me, are very willing to be your most reliable friend."

His words were a mix of persuasion and threats, both an attempt to appease and a blatant threat.

He was essentially telling Jiang Wu that he was responsible for those "accidents".

He can both create trouble and solve it.

The choice is entirely in Jiang Wu's hands.

Jiang Wu's expression changed several times, from fear to anger, and finally... submission and helplessness.

She let out a long sigh, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

“Mr. Lin, I see your sincerity. But... this matter is too big, I need time to discuss it with my husband.”

"Of course." Lin Zixiong had already achieved his goal and no longer pressed on.

"This is my business card, with the phone number of the Yanjing Hotel where I'm staying. I'll be staying in the capital for a week and look forward to hearing from you anytime."

He handed the business card to Jiang Wu again, and this time his finger lightly brushed against Jiang Wu's palm as if by accident.

A greasy and icy sensation came over her, making Jiang Wu's stomach churn.

But in this brief encounter, Jiang Wu's extraordinary divine sense captured even more information.

The man carried a very faint scent of gunpowder and blood, masked by expensive cologne.

This is not the kind of flavor that an ordinary businessman would have.

This is the kind of aura that only those who deal with guns and death year-round can truly embody.

Moreover, in his inner pocket, Jiang Wu "saw" the outline of a hard object.

It was a Walther PPK pistol, and the chamber was already loaded.

A businessman carries a loaded gun with him?

Jiang Wu sneered inwardly, but her face maintained a look of being flattered and somewhat flustered.

"Okay, Mr. Lin, I... I will get back to you as soon as possible."

"I believe Ms. Jiang is a smart woman and will make the wisest choice."

Lin Zixiong smiled with satisfaction, then turned and left with his bodyguards and the box of US dollars.

Only after the black Mercedes disappeared around the street corner did Zhou Nianci, as if she had collapsed, lean against the door frame and let out a long breath.

"My God... Xiao Wu, what... what is going on?"

She looked at Jiang Wu with eyes full of worry and confusion.

“That person just now… he doesn’t seem like a good person!” Zhou Nianci lowered her voice. “Although he kept smiling, I always felt that there was a knife hidden in his smile, and it gave me the chills!”

"Sister Zhou, your feeling is correct."

The panic and greed on Jiang Wu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold calm.

"He's not a businessman; he's a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"Ah?!" Zhou Nianci exclaimed in shock. "Then...then what he just said..."

"Don't believe a single word he says." Jiang Wu walked to the phone and picked up the receiver. "He came here today to lay bait. His goal is to use me to catch Qin Lie, that big fish."

Jiang Wu didn't offer any further explanation, but quickly dialed a number.

This was the secret code she and Qin Lie had agreed upon.

After the call was connected, she didn't speak, but simply tapped the receiver three times.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Then he hung up the phone.

This is telling Qin Lie: the fish has taken the bait.

After doing all this, Jiang Wu turned to Zhou Nianci, who was still in shock, and said, "Sister Zhou, listen to me. From now on, everything in the studio will continue as usual, but you need to do a few things for me."

"The first thing I told the outside world was that I was moved by the overseas Chinese businessman's proposal and that I was having a disagreement with Qin Lie about money and my future."

"Secondly, if someone asks you about it, you sigh and say that I am blinded by money and will not listen to advice, which will cause a disagreement between you two."

"Thirdly and most importantly, protect yourself and your family, and remind all employees to be careful when going out recently."

Although Zhou Nianci did not fully understand Jiang Wu's plan, she could tell the seriousness of the matter from Jiang Wu's solemn eyes.

She nodded emphatically: "Xiao Wu, don't worry! I know what to do! You...you have to be careful too!"

"I'm fine." A sharp glint flashed in Jiang Wu's eyes. "They're the ones who should be in trouble."

She glanced at the business card Lin Zixiong had left behind, a cold smile curving her lips.

Is it the Yanjing Hotel?

very good.

She picked up the business card, walked to the design table, and casually placed it under a design draft.

The design sketch didn't depict a gorgeous dress, but rather a complex... map.

The center of the map prominently features the floor plan of the Yanjing Hotel.

The exits, the locations of surveillance cameras, and even a few unknown emergency evacuation routes were marked in red.

She had Qin Lie use his authority to retrieve this information from the public security system just last night.

The roles of hunter and prey were subtly reversed from the very beginning.

But the self-righteous Lin Zixiong thought he had victory in his grasp.

Qin Lie did not go home that night.

But he sent someone to deliver a small package to Jiang Wu.

Inside the package was a metal tube that looked like a lipstick and a miniature device that resembled an earring.

Jiang Wu knew that this was the military's latest eavesdropping and location tracking device.

She put the "lipstick" into her makeup bag and put the "earrings" on her ears. In the mirror, she was still the radiant and charming "Wuse" boss lady, without any abnormality.

Jiang Wu did not contact Lin Zixiong the next day.

She is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity to make the drama more realistic.

The opportunity came on the third night.

The military compound is hosting an open-air movie screening, and almost all the family members living in the compound will attend.

This is an excellent stage to bring conflicts to the public and amplify them.

Before the movie started, Jiang Wu held her daughter Qin Zhao and sat with Zhou Nianci and other military wives, chatting and laughing.

Qin Lie and a group of officers were discussing something not far away.

Everything seemed to be the same as usual.

Just then, Jiang Wu seemingly "casually" complained to Zhou Nianci beside her.

"Sigh, how come there's such a big difference in people's lives? Some people can start a company overseas and spend 100,000 US dollars in no time. My Qin Lie is a deputy division commander, and his monthly salary isn't even enough for one meal for them."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for several sharp-eared military wives nearby to hear.

Zhou Nianci immediately tugged at her sleeve, following the pre-arranged script, and whispered, "Xiao Wu, what nonsense are you talking about! Money isn't that important. Aren't we doing just fine as we are now?"

"What's so great about it!" Jiang Wu's voice suddenly rose as if a sore spot had been hit. "Sister Zhou, you don't know, my studio looks glamorous, but it costs money everywhere! I want to open a shop overseas so the whole world can see Chinese design, but I don't have the money, what can I do!"

These words successfully attracted more attention.

Qin Lie, who was not far away, also heard the commotion and walked over with a frown.

"Jiang Wu, what are you yelling about?!" His voice carried a hint of displeasure.