"Boss, we've asked everything. The technician said the customer is perfectly normal, both physically and mentally."

“Very good. As usual, they will receive double their bonus this month. They must keep tonight’s events a secret.”

"clear!"

......

Soon, a slender Asian man was led to the reception room.

The door to the reception room was casually closed.

Mo Junyang stepped forward enthusiastically, hugged the man, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Liu, are you satisfied with the service?"

The thin man smacked his lips, looking like he wanted more: "Very satisfied, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Mo!"

"Mr. Liu, you're too kind. Once we're in Beijing, this is my territory. Feel free to have fun! Haha..."

Mo Junyang warmly pulled the guest to sit down and casually took out two bottles of Red Bull from the refrigerator:

"Come on, let's replenish our energy first."

"Thanks!"

"Is this Mr. Liu's second visit to Beijing?"

“That’s right, our boss was very satisfied with what Mr. Mo provided last time.”

"That's good, haha... Mr. Liu, is there another big business opportunity in Beijing this time?"

Mo Junyang opened the Red Bull with a smile and took a hearty gulp.

"Boss Mo has a sharp eye. You were right. There really is a big business opportunity."

How big is it?

"One billion, in US dollars..."

As soon as the thin man finished speaking, Mo Jingcheng immediately gasped.

He raised his hand, stopping the man from continuing.

Then he stood up, walked to the door, opened the door, and looked out for a moment.

Seeing that there were no outsiders besides the two bodyguards ten steps away, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After closing the door again and sitting down, Mo Jingcheng seemed to have changed his expression, becoming exceptionally solemn:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Liu, although this is my territory, it's still best to be careful."

Mr. Liu nodded: "Of course."

“Mr. Liu, you can speak now.”

The man, referred to as Mr. Liu, didn't say anything more. Instead, he picked up a pencil from the coffee table and quickly wrote a few words on a piece of white paper:

[Secrets of Fifth Generation Fighter Jet Development].

After Mo Junyang finished reading it, he picked up the lighter on the table, burned the note in front of him, and asked mysteriously:

"Boss Mo, can you get your hands on this?"