There is a mole (10,000 words)

"oh?"

Han Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at Shaqiang with a smile: "Any clues? It seems that things are progressing at a good speed..."

He picked up the teapot and helped Shaqiang fill the teacup again: "Tell me what happened."

I asked Shaqiang to inquire about Lin Kun's white powder business, and prepared to find an opportunity to get along with him. It had only been a few days, but I already had some clues?

I was just about to take action on Lin Kun's white powder business, but Lin Kun was about to send out a batch of goods?

There are no such coincidences in the world, right?!

"Thank you, Brother Chen."

Silly Qiang was really thirsty. He grabbed the teacup and blew on the steaming water. He drank it all in one gulp and put the teacup down:

"But having said that, it's not because I'm making good progress on this matter. It seems to be a bit of a coincidence."

"I just arranged for people to release news in the circle, and people from Lin Kun's side happened to be releasing news to the outside world to ship goods. By chance, the two sides met."

"ah"

Han Chen nodded when he heard this, and he basically knew what he was talking about. He asked again: "Si Qiang, what do you think about this matter?"

"What do I think?"

Although Silly Qiang is called Silly Qiang, he is not without any brains. He naturally knows that there are no such coincidences in the world:

"I guess this matter is not such a coincidence, but I have not exposed it, and people have already contacted them."

There was a pause.

He nodded thoughtfully and continued to express his thoughts:

"In my opinion, it is very likely that they have guessed what we are thinking, so they deliberately gave us false news to lure us into taking the bait."

"hehe."

Han Chen smiled again and shook his head: "Si Qiang is still very smart. You shouldn't call you Sil Qiang. From now on, I'll just call you Smart Qiang."

"Brother Chen, look at what you said."

Silly Qiang touched the back of his head in an honest manner, and said with a silly smile: "But I still think Silly Qiang sounds nice, and Smart Strong is too convoluted."

"Smelly boy."

Han Chen cursed with a smile, the smile on his face remained the same, his dimples deepened a little, and he looked at Mary opposite, his eyes full of shrewdness:

"Mary, what do you think about this?"

"Let's do it."

Mary held the empty teacup in front of her and played with it in her hand, shrugged and said:

"I guess that when Ahai and his land were robbed, he saw that we didn't fight back, so he guessed that we would be interested in their white powder business."

"Moreover, I estimate that they have guessed that we have guessed their thoughts, but they still maintain contact with us."

She put down the tea cup, touched the thin lady's cigarette on the side, lit it, and blew out a thin puff of smoke:

"To put it bluntly, now it's just us two gangs pretending to be stupid. Each has his own agenda and is plotting against each other."

This matter is not a profound issue. Everyone has been on the Tao for so long, and you can understand this truth if you think about it carefully.

But that's it.

The two groups seemed to have suddenly maintained some kind of tacit understanding, playing dumb to each other.

To use a tongue twister:

I know you're lying, you know you're lying, you know I know you're lying, and I know you know I know you're lying.

but.

The two sides still continued to proceed in a very tacit understanding.

"hehe."

Han Chen smiled and shook his head. He raised his hands and rubbed his face. His round face looked a little greasy. He looked at Shaqiang and asked casually:

"Si Qiang, then guess what they are going to do to us?!"

"I guess."

Shaqiang thought carefully and gave his own answer: "I guess it's clear that we want to touch each other again!"

He patted his chest and stood up: "Let me lead the team for this matter. I will take my people and my guns and eat them all for Brother Hai."

revenge!"

"Sit down."

Han Chen waved his hand to signal Shaqiang to sit back in his seat, and then looked at Mary: "What do you think?"

"I think they also want to take this opportunity to compete."

Mary frowned and thought for a moment: "Lin Kun must still be holding back some anger in his heart."

"He has been holding this breath for several years, and he was looking for a chance to vent his anger first, so he used actions to tell us that he is back."

"What do you think? Achen."

Mary flicked the ashtray with her fingers holding the cigarette, and long condensation ash fell onto the wet tea leaves.

"I thought so too."

Han Chen sniffed, stood up on his knees, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dark night outside the window with his hands behind his back:

"However, I estimate that they will definitely confront us head-on, and he will definitely come up with some other harmful tricks to deal with us."

"Brother Chen."

Shaqiang stood up from his seat again, answered the conversation again, and said simply and rudely: "Let's not worry about what they are thinking, just leave this matter to me, Shaqiang."

"I don't care what they think, my guns will tell them that if they dare to go against us, there will only be one end!"

"hehe."

Han Chen turned around, glanced at Shaqiang sideways, showed a meaningful smile, and gave instructions:

"Si Qiang, help me date a nigger. Now, just tell him that I have something to talk to him about."

"In addition, we have finalized it with Ji Bu's people. We will trade tomorrow night. We will need 300 kilograms of Hong Kong paper. We will finalize the location of the transaction."

"ah?"

Silly Qiang's brain circuit was not so fast and he failed to understand what Han Chen meant: "Is it such a fast-paced thing?!"

"Just go and do it."

Han Chen waved his hand to indicate that he could leave: "Besides, this matter should be kept confidential. Don't tell them."

"Okay, Brother Chen."

Shaqiang nodded in response, said goodbye to Mary and left directly.

The most important reason why he won Han Chen's trust was that Shaqiang obeyed Han Chen's words, and whatever Han Chen said was what he said.

Han Chen liked this very much.

"What are you doing with a nigger?"

Mary seemed to have guessed Han Chen’s intention, but failed to understand why it was a nigger:

"It stands to reason that among the five of you, only Gandhi has the greatest power. You should let the nigger go through this troubled situation."

She seemed to have guessed Han Chen's intention.

"You guessed it right."

Han Chen's eyes met Mary's, and he turned around and came behind her, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and started to knead her:

"However, among the four of them, Gandhi has the greatest strength at the moment, which is good, but Gandhi is just an ordinary person, and I don't take him seriously."

"Moreover, Gandhi was a big fool. He was so cuckolded that he didn't even realize it."

Han Chen controlled the strength of the massage very well, and it seemed that he often massaged Mary. Mary closed her eyes comfortably and enjoyed his massage:

"Among these four people, the youngest is the nigger, and he is the one who can jump the most, so let's push him out this time."

Since both sides know that they are scheming against each other and a collision is inevitable, they might as well use some clever tricks to push the nigger out and help themselves get through this.

"That being said, it's not impossible."

Mary thought for a while after hearing this, and said, "What do you mean, drag the niggas into the game and let them play with Ji Bu and the others?"

"hehe."

Han Chen showed a meaningful smile, leaned down and whispered in Mary's ear:

"The method you mentioned is not impossible, but it is too troublesome and the process is too complicated. I don't like it. I have a simpler and more crude idea."

"oh?"
To be continued...