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In the apartment.

A one-bedroom, one-living room that spanned from the north to the south, warm sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting golden patches on the small living room floor, covering two large floor tiles.

At the table next to it, Little Landlady and Lin Chuan were sitting opposite each other.

"Is it really the six million from the Myanmar area Factory Area?"

Little Landlady stared blankly at Lin Chuan, her hand holding the spoon stiffening slightly.

"Nine times out of ten, but we still lack critical evidence. Once they get their hands on that Coin, the big fish behind the scenes will surface!" Lin Chuan said with a smile.

"So, you're saying, this transaction we're making is most likely with the Myanmar area Factory Area?" Little Landlady looked intently at Lin Chuan and asked.

Lin Chuan nodded, "There's that possibility."

Little Landlady put down her spoon and asked with furrowed brows, "Doesn't that mean our transaction this afternoon is very dangerous?"

"It is a bit," Lin Chuan laughed, then added, "Don't worry, everything is under control, I guarantee the safety of our financial director."

"I'm worried about you!"

Little Landlady pursed her lips and propped her chin with her left hand, looking at Lin Chuan, "Should we call the police?"

Lin Chuan looked unfazed and laughed, "This afternoon we're just trading that Coin; six million is within their tolerance. Liu Qing and the others won't take risks for it."

"Isn't it six million?" Little Landlady's face showed surprise.

"We can get our hands on three million in cash, but the other three million in electronic payment, we probably won't get. It's a trick," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

Lin Chuan had worked in a fraud factory area before.

He knew very well that the funds from electronic payments used by fraud rings were frozen and would be returned intact through the original path after 24 hours.

The three million in electronic payments promised by President Li would be the same.

Little Landlady pouted, "Three million less."

"Not being scammed and still being able to skim three million is not bad," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

"Have you reported this to that police sister? I'm afraid they'll actually arrest you," Little Landlady asked with some concern.

"Which police sister are you talking about?" Lin Chuan asked.

"How many do you have?" Little Landlady's lips puckered slightly.

"Uh... you know, we have cooperation with the police station, so it's logical to know a few police comrades, right?" Lin Chuan said in defense, "But I haven't told them yet."

"Porridge for breakfast tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Eel is too nourishing, you have too much energy," Little Landlady hummed.

"Then I'll have two extra bowls today," Lin Chuan chuckled.

Little Landlady watched Lin Chuan devour his porridge and couldn't help but reveal a drunken smile at the corner of her mouth. Her heart softened, and she ladled another big bowl for Lin Chuan:

"Chairman, if you like role play, I'll become a bunny cop and make you breakfast tomorrow."

"Bunny cop?"

"Don't you like it?"

"Are you sure you're going to make breakfast, not be breakfast?"

Little Landlady's face turned a slight red, and she murmured softly, "Being breakfast... is not out of the question."

Lin Chuan's mouth twitched.

This is the downside of girls watching films.

She's even more lewd than I am!

I can't handle it at all!

...

The sun gradually rose higher, the chill of the early morning was replaced by warmth, growing hotter, as the sunlight became more brilliant and intense. The leaves rustled with delight in the rare gentle breeze.

From morning to afternoon, it happened in the blink of an eye.

Lin Chuan and Little Landlady had dealt with the affairs of the Network Security Company early in the morning.

In the afternoon, at three o'clock on the dot.

Lin Chuan arrived at a Tea House near the Network Security Company, as agreed.

This was the meeting place chosen by Lin Chuan.

"Director Lin."

General Manager Zhao entered the Tea House's private room with a hearty smile.

Behind him was an elderly man with white flecked hair, full of vigor, accompanied by two bodyguards in black, carrying briefcases.

"General Manager Zhao, this must be Master Zhang from Anling City, a respected figure in antiques. I've long admired you," Lin Chuan greeted them.

After shaking hands with General Manager Zhao, Lin Chuan turned to the elderly man.

The old man smiled broadly and nodded, "Director Lin, with Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils, managed to find such a treasure, I am embarrassed by the comparison."

"Not at all," Lin Chuan said modestly with a smile.

"Director Lin, why didn't Little Director Zhang come along?" President Li, noticing that Lin Chuan was alone in the private room, was a little surprised.

Lin Chuan stood by the window and pointed out, "She said she wanted a cup of bubble milk tea. It's buy one, get one free for the new opening, she's down there."

President Li followed the direction and looked down from the window of the Tea House's private room.

Since the Tea House was on the third floor, President Li could clearly see the scene below.

Little Landlady was sitting in a newly opened bubble tea shop, wearing a mildly sophisticated off-white dress, with two cups of bubble milk tea on her table.

However.

President Li's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the dark blue decor not far from the milk tea shop and he couldn't help but frown.

That was one of the police patrol posts in Qingxiu District of Anling City.

A thought involuntarily came to President Li's mind, leaving a bitter taste.

This kid Lin Chuan, in antiques, might be a Bai, but in other areas, he's not to be underestimated!

His methods are formidable.

The location Lin Chuan picked was a very clear and straightforward way of telling him not to play any tricks; Little Landlady could call the police at any moment and summon back-up for Lin Chuan.

Of course.

Lin Chuan wasn't afraid they'd try any new tricks either; it would only make gathering evidence simpler.

"Little Director Zhang really knows how to enjoy life. I've never even tasted bubble milk tea," President Li said, regaining his composure with a smile.

"Once we're done here, I'll treat you to a cup of bubble milk tea," Lin Chuan offered.

"I have other matters to attend to, maybe next time," President Li said.

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