Lan Yifan sat directly on the sofa next to him, facing Mo Yan.

"Mr. Lan, please have some tea." Mo Yan poured him three-quarters of the tea with a smile on his face.

"I won't drink the tea. Let's talk about business first. I'm very busy lately." Lan Yifan glanced at the tea, picked it up and put it down again.

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point." Mo Yan smiled and pushed the tea set aside. Soon a servant came and took it out.

After the irrelevant people left, Mo Yan began to speak: "We can cooperate."

Lan Yifan paused and looked up at her.

The girl pursed her lips and smiled: "Grandpa is seriously ill, and my brother is still unconscious. I am in charge of all the family affairs. The older generation's thinking is often cautious when dealing with things."

"Oh?" Lan Yifan raised an eyebrow. "Miss Mo wants to discuss business with me?"

"Yes, we can talk about the Linghai base."

Lan Yifan's face froze, and then he lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes: "You mean..."

"Arms supply." Mo Yan took out a blueprint and pushed it in front of the man opposite.

Lan Yifan hesitated for a moment, picked up the blueprint and took a look. He didn't know much about weapons, but he could tell that it was a multi-dimensional structural diagram of a pistol.

Mo Yan observed the man's expression and continued, "How about it? Linghai Base should have a share for me."

Lan Yifan pretended to look at it for more than ten seconds, then slowly placed the blueprint on the table, looking embarrassed. "Ms. Mo, the Linghai base is managed by the higher-ups, and I'm just an ordinary businessman. How can I do this?"

"Mr. Lan, that's too modest." Mo Yan raised his eyes slightly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"How can this be considered modesty?" Lan Yifan laughed dryly. "I'm in business. Who manages the Linghai base is none of my business. If Miss Mo really wants to do this business, why not come to the Lan family someday and visit our old man and ask him to introduce you."

Mo Yan lowered his eyes, bowed his head and said nothing.

Anyone with common sense could tell that Lan Yifan was refusing.

"Miss Mo, if everything is okay..." Lan Yifan smiled and stood up.

Mo Yan pursed her lips and stood up as well: "Nothing else, if Master Lan has anything to do, go ahead and do it first."

"OK."

"It's a pity. I originally wanted to take you to the warehouse to see my goods..." Mo Yan stopped talking immediately when she saw Lan Yifan looking at her.

"What stuff?" Lan Yifan was really curious and stopped at the door.

"It's nothing, Mr. Lan, go and get busy first." Mo Yan walked out of the room and waved to the servant waiting outside.

"Master Lan, please come this way." The maid's voice was sweet.

Lan Yifan nodded at Mo Yan and followed the maid out.

Mo Yan retracted her gaze, turned back into the room, took out a mirror to touch up her makeup, then picked up her phone and sent a voice message: "Keep an eye on it."

"Miss, we are going out." Another servant came over to announce the time.

"Yeah." Mo Yan put the phone in her hand, walked in front, and said casually, "How is Grandpa's health recently?"

"Miss, it's still the same."

Mo Yan narrowed her eyes. The moment she stepped down the stairs, she was backlit. Her delicate little face was shrouded in shadow. The corner of the girl's mouth curled up to one side. With the sound of her high heels, the smile disappeared in the light.

In the villa building, representatives from the four major families in Beijing came. Shen Qing sat between two representatives, lowering her head to play games. The noisy world around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.

"Look, Lan Yifan is here." Dongfang Cheng saw Lan Yifan, and Lan Yifan also saw Dongfang Cheng...

Shen Qing beside him.