Meng Yan was still a little speechless in his heart. He, the majestic King of Northern Myanmar, was a powerful figure in northern Myanmar, but his funds were already so tight.
A bug is a high-end gadget no matter how you say it. This is the first time Meng Yan has seen a bug as simple as his own. This kind of toy-like thing is just to go to the grocery store on the roadside and buy a laser pointer.
Give him Meng Yan and he can tinker with it in more than half an hour.
This is too unprofessional.
"The mole?"
After hearing Meng Yan's words and looking at the button-sized listening device in Meng Yan's hand, Yang Baifeng frowned, thoughtfully.
Seeing Yang Baifeng's appearance, Meng Yan smiled slightly and said, "It seems that Mr. Yang already has some clues about this mole."
Yang Baifeng nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Meng, for reminding me. I have something urgent now and I have to go back right away."
"I will deal with this mole."
After saying that, Yang Baifeng walked out of the cabin, and Lao Wu followed to lead the way. After putting Yang Baifeng in the car and leaving, he turned around and returned to the cabin.
Meng Yan always felt that he had forgotten something. When Yang Baifeng's car disappeared at the end of the forest outside the window, Meng Yan slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered.
The iron box filled with Yijiang stones is still in the bunker. Yang Baifeng has no intention of attacking him at all.
Most probably it was a gun battle and I forgot about it.
"Meng Yan, let's go too." Zhou Yaoyao on the side stretched her head and said.
"Okay, I forgot something down there just now. I'll go get it first." Meng Yan said.
Because Meng Yan checked the rough stones so quickly, the progress of the task that was originally thought to be delayed ended within one day. Old Wu drove the group out of the woods and then turned back. Old Wang took over the driver's seat.
After that, Zhou Yaoyao and Meng Yan were brought back to the warehouse stronghold in northern Myanmar.
"We're back again. It's been a tough day for you today, Meng Yan. Without your help, the inspection time for those rough stones would have been delayed." Wang Jianyi thanked Meng Yan again, and then took out a card from his pocket.
Pass it to Meng Yan.
"This is the communication phone number of our team. If you encounter troubles in some places in northern Myanmar, you can call the above number and our team will rush to your place quickly to help you solve the trouble physically."
Wang Jianyi said with a smile.
With Meng Yan's incredible skills, there might be another chance to cooperate in the future.
Meng Yan knew what this "physics" meant, so he laughed a few times with some embarrassment, and then stuffed the card into his pocket.
Wang Jianyi then separated from the two of them on the grounds that he had to write an inspection report to his superiors.
Meng Yan and Zhou Yaoyao were the only two people left in the small square outside the warehouse.
"Let's go, let's drive back." Zhou Yaoyao said.
Back in the familiar red Porsche, Meng Yan sat in the passenger seat and swallowed.
"Ms. Zhou, please drive slower."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Yaoyao stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
"What? Meng Yan? I didn't hear clearly what you just said?"
The sudden pushing feeling on his back caused Meng Yan's words to get stuck in his throat, making him unable to speak.
"It's okay...be safe."
The speed mark was set to 200 yards, and they were speeding on the night road in northern Myanmar. Zhou Yaoyao took Meng Yan over the barren mountains and ridges, and finally returned to Yangon, the small courtyard, just before the sky turned gray.
"Meng Yan, Meng Yan, wake up quickly, we are here."
Looking at Meng Yan, who was sleeping a little in the passenger seat, a trace of relief flashed in Zhou Yaoyao's eyes.
It seems that this person has adapted to the speed of his car and can actually sleep so soundly in his car.
As expected of a man who has the ability to repay his so-called debt of 500 million, he is quite adaptable!
Although there is no connection between the two, Zhou Yaoyao still believes that this also reflects Meng Yan's excellence.
"What? Have we arrived already? Zhou Yaoyao, didn't you run across the barren mountains and ridges? I didn't feel any bumps along the way."
Awakened by Zhou Yaoyao's voice, Meng Yan rubbed his eyes drowsily, opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yaoyao and asked.
Meng Yan was actually knocked unconscious by Zhou Yaoyao's speed.
"You're too sleepy now. I came back all the way over the barren mountains and ridges." Zhou Yaoyao said.
"Get out of the car quickly, wash your face and go back to the room to sleep! Don't drip your saliva on my car!" Zhou Yaoyao said.
Meng Yan rubbed her eyes, opened the car door and walked directly into Zhou Yaoyao's small yard.
"Wait a minute, Meng Yan!" Zhou Yaoyao suddenly shouted from behind.
"Is there anything else Miss Zhou has to do?" Meng Yan turned around and asked.
"Didn't I tell you before you went to the entrance of the field to help me find out the route of their supply convoy?"
"Have you done any research for me? If so, please tell me quickly!"
"Is now the time to talk about this?" Meng Yan pointed to the sky, which was just gray and bright.
"We'll talk about it when I wake up tomorrow." After saying that, Meng Yan turned around and walked towards the house on his own.
"Tch, what a lazy dog." Zhou Yaoyao complained angrily, locked the car door and followed.
Early the next morning, Meng Yan was eating breakfast sent by Zhou Yaoyao's housekeeper and enjoying the gentle sunshine by the window.
At this time, a gap quietly opened outside the concierge, and Zhou Yaoyao quietly stuck her head in and looked at Meng Yan eagerly, as if waiting for him to say something.
Meng Yan sighed: "Miss Zhou, this is your home anyway, don't be so sneaky."
"Come in, tell me something quickly."
Zhou Yaoyao curled her lips, walked in generously, pulled a bench and sat beside Meng Yan's bed, and asked.
"Didn't you tell me yesterday? You told me about the supply convoy route today."
"I made the omelettes for breakfast for you. Now that you have eaten my food, you owe me a favor. Please tell me now."
Meng Yan quickly pulled the half-eaten omelette on his plate to the side and complained.
"I was just wondering why the omelette made this morning was so salty. It turns out you were the one cooking it."
"You can barely eat a few bites of the omelette you made because I haven't eaten all day. If you ask me, I can eat what you made. You still owe me a favor.
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Zhou Yaoyao's face suddenly turned pale: "Humph! It doesn't matter whether you like to eat or not, but you actually dislike the omelette that I personally cooked for you."
"I'm too lazy to argue with you. Tell me about the supply convoy route."