Soon, a series of light and familiar footsteps sounded outside, followed by a graceful figure entering the room.

Wen Xi walked in, her movements carrying an unintentional elegance, as if every step had been carefully calculated, neither overly flamboyant nor lacking in charm.

She walked over, gently took off her trench coat, and casually draped it over the back of a chair, revealing a tight-fitting solid-color sweater underneath.

The sweater's pure and soft color contrasted sharply with her fair skin, further highlighting the smoothness and radiance of her complexion.

The sweater's cut perfectly accentuated her graceful figure, with beautiful curves that combined feminine softness with a touch of competence and efficiency.

Wen Xi sat down, her movements light and graceful, as if even such a simple action as sitting down was performed by her like a beautiful dance.

He picked up his knife and fork, and looked at the young lady of the Shen family in front of him with an elegant posture, his eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry.

I don't know when it happened, but my best friend was so anxious to have me come all the way from Binhai.

Wen Xi frowned slightly, but then relaxed, her gaze towards Miss Shen filled with concern and inquiry: "Speak, what is it?"

Her voice was soft and clear, like a spring breeze, making people feel comfortable. Wenxi only spoke in this tone when she was with people close to her.

"Is the person who asked you to exchange US dollars last time very powerful in Binhai?"

Miss Shen doesn't really understand mainlanders; she thinks they're all bumpkins.

"It's no good anymore, it's declined. It used to be alright, but now it's not even worthy of carrying your shoes."

Wenxi showed no politeness whatsoever.

The Shen family holds such a high position in Hong Kong that no fallen young master can compare.

As for how the 100 million came about, Wen Xi didn't care, because it wasn't a lot.

Those who run underground banks have seen far too much money.

Black, red, all sorts of colors.

Upon hearing this, Miss Shen smiled.

Mainlanders? What are they anyway?

Don't even mention that you have no powerful connections. Even if you did have powerful connections, what would you be afraid of?

“Recently, mainlanders have become increasingly wealthy, and they are all using you to launder their money.”

Miss Shen also picked up a knife and fork, appearing exceptionally elegant.

Wen Xi looked at Miss Shen and said, "You seem to have insulted me as well. There are indeed many people who need funds right now, but foreign exchange funds are controlled over there, which is inconvenient."

“I wasn’t talking about you, or any other nouveau riche.”

Miss Shen smiled.

Wenxi is no country bumpkin. How could someone who runs an underground money exchange not have powerful connections and a network of relationships?

"what you up to?"

Wenxi finally understood why her best friend had asked that question.

She obtained a lot of information through her own efforts and should have found out some things.

"Soon a plane from Russia will land in Hong Kong, and then the passengers will be transferred to the waterfront. Don't worry, I'll take care of your business."

Miss Shen did not hide anything.

We're going to take this batch of good stuff.

Wen Xi was taken aback.

"You're putting me in a difficult position."

Wenxi looked at her best friend, who was trying to take over other people's things.

Then that kid will find out what happened as soon as he investigates, and the news will definitely have originated from him.

That kid is no ordinary person. He runs a money exchange and doesn't want to offend anyone; his only goal is to make money.

Offending him has no consequences, but it damages your reputation, which is what I care about in my business.

Therefore, the best friend's behavior was very bad.

But Wenxi couldn't say anything; what she set her sights on truly belonged to her.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of your business."

Miss Shen didn't take it too seriously.

Once the plane lands, I'll personally lead the team there and see what kind of expression that country bumpkin from the mainland will have!

===

In a dimly lit bar by the sea, where the music was deafening, Zhong Jiahao sat on a slightly worn leather sofa. His eyes were deep and tense as he glanced around, as if every dark corner held an unknown threat.

In front of him was a bulging backpack, which contained not ordinary items, but special "goods" that he had imported from the provincial capital at great expense—a batch of extremely high-purity heroin. For him, this batch of goods was both a source of huge profits and a Damocles' sword hanging over his head.

If he cannot deliver this batch of goods to certain powerful clients in Binhai on time, he will not only lose everything, but may also face unimaginable dangers.

Zhong Jiahao tapped his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, an expensive cigar dangling from his lips, the smoke adding to his somber expression.

His gaze finally settled on the literary figure standing to the side.

Just then, the bar door was gently pushed open, and a thin man with sharp eyes tiptoed in.

This is Zhong Jiahao's right-hand man, known as "Awen," a notorious car thief in the coastal underworld. There is no car lock he can't open, and no car he can't steal.

"Awen, come here," Zhong Jiahao called out in a low voice, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

Ah Wen quickly walked up to Zhong Jiahao and bowed his head to await instructions.

Zhong Jiahao pointed to the backpack in front of him, a fierce glint in his eyes: "Put this backpack in that kid's car. Remember, be quick. Call me immediately when you're done. Not a minute can be wasted."

Awen nodded, saying nothing more, his eyes flashing with a resolute light.

He took the bag, tucked it lightly under his arm, and turned to disappear into the noise of the bar.

Zhong Jiahao remained seated on the sofa, the smoke from his cigar slowly rising, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"Brother, you'd better keep a close eye on things this time. This is the only batch of goods I have left. I have to take care of that kid before I go deliver the goods."

Zhong Jiahao looked at Wenhao.

Wenhao looked confident. As long as he found flour in that kid's car, he would arrest him immediately!

Now we'll see what Awen says.

Zhong Jiahao is determined to completely destroy Zhang Fan this time, so that the brat won't dare to cheat the Zhong family.

That's a great idea! As long as that kid gets involved with flour, even the King of Heaven can't protect him!

shop.

Zhang Fan just drove back.

I'm keeping a close eye on the cargo flights; the plane will be arriving in Hong Kong soon, and then the cargo will be transferred over.

As soon as I went inside, a furtive figure appeared behind me.

A thin man carrying a backpack came over, quickly opened his car door, and threw the backpack inside.

Zhang Fan could see everything clearly, including the contents of the backpack.

I was terrified when I saw that it was flour inside.

Is that kid Zhong Jiahao trying to kill me again?

They're trying to frame someone again!

Zhang Fan came out, got into the car immediately, and the car drove away quickly.

The backpack was thrown out in a corner.

If the anti-narcotics bureau finds out, I'm doomed regardless of whether the items are mine or not!

This Zhong Jiahao!