"Um."
Qiao Nian responded.
"Bye."
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, glanced at the driver in front of her, leaned forward and swiped the QR code to pay: "I'll transfer it to you."
Then Qiao Nian opened the car door and got out.
It was not until she walked towards Chen Garden that a waiter came to lead the way and lead Qiao Nian in.
The driver smacked his lips and said in astonishment, "There really are people who take a taxi to eat here."
…
The open-air restaurant on the top floor of Chenyuan.
Guan Yan had been waiting up there for a while, accompanied by a smart and capable man.
The two saw Qiao Nian coming over.
Guan Yan waved first: "Sun, here."
Qiao Nian walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the man, put her shoulder bag beside her, and said to the waiter, "Just give me a glass of lemonade."
"OK."
The waiter hurried to prepare it.
Space is left for three people.
There were drinks in front of Guan Yan and the man, Guan Yan had tea and the other person had a cup of American coffee.
Qiao Nian took a quick look, put his elbows on the back of the chair, sat in a relaxed posture, raised his eyebrows, and said to the other party without hesitation: "Are you the contact person of the black market in Independent Continent?"
The black market is just what the name suggests—a place where everything is sold!
Since there is a place for buying and selling, there must naturally be people behind the scenes who provide this platform.
The black market is special.
It is divided into regions and has different managers. For example, the Jing City is basically managed by Weilou, and the Independent Continent also has its own managers. These people are mainly responsible for integrating transactions in their respective regions and selling some information.
"Sun from the Red Alliance?" The other person was young, good-looking, and had a mixed-race look. He was definitely considered a handsome guy in the crowd.
He has flaxen hair, a pair of deep brown eyes, a straight and three-dimensional nose, and his every move exudes the unique romantic aura of foreign men.
Adam was obviously very curious. He greeted the girl in front of him with a smile and extended his hand to Qiao Nian, imitating the etiquette of Beijing. "I have heard of your name for a long time."
Qiao Nian only lowered her eyes to glance at the hand he offered, leaned back slightly, and said indifferently, "Sorry, I'm allergic."
Guan Yan glanced at her and understood what she meant. He followed her words and explained to Adam: "Our boss is prone to skin allergies."
"?"
"Okay, let's talk about business." Guan Yan didn't explain in depth. After all, Qiao Nian's illness had been cured by Ye Wangchuan a long time ago.
The waiter just brought the lemonade over, put it on the table, and then walked away silently, which was very considerate.
Qiao Nian crossed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked at him with sharp eyes: "How much tungsten can you give me?"
Adam was stunned for a moment, and said bluntly: "I heard Guan Yan say the quantity you want, this quantity is not much that can be given in the entire independent continent."
"... In other words, Sun, few people in the black market can meet your request. Besides, such a large transaction will definitely attract the attention of other forces."
Tungsten is too sensitive.
Large-scale tungsten gold transactions are extremely sensitive.
"You don't have to worry about this. You just need to provide me with the resources, and I will take responsibility for the follow-up." The girl's broad brows revealed an unbridled arrogance in her bones, as if she had the aura to hold up the sky even if it collapsed.
Adam couldn't help but put away his contempt and looked at the girl in front of him carefully again.
young!
Too young indeed!
So much so that even when Guan Yan took him to meet the mysterious boss in person, he still had trouble connecting the person in front of him with those rumors.
(End of this chapter)