To reassure Zhao Chenxin and pave the way for his upcoming work, Hao Yunyang’s words were somewhat disjointed and confusing. What competition? What’s no big deal?
In any case, Zhao Chenxin was bewildered and didn’t ask further.
Back in the room, Hao Yunyang patted Zhao Chenxin’s fragrant shoulder and smiled, “Go wash up and watch some TV in the bedroom. I need to go to the study.”
“Mm,” Zhao Chenxin nodded slightly, giving Hao Yunyang a shy smile.
“Yunyang and Chenxin are going to Nanxi River tomorrow,” Chen Pingping sat at the street-side restaurant table, hinting at Zhou Junqiang, who was busy eating river snails.
“Oh,” Zhou Junqiang looked up at Chen Pingping and responded.
“Yunyang said Nanxi River is quite fun,” Chen Pingping emphasized her hint.
“Oh,” Zhou Junqiang looked up and smiled, responding again.
“Apparently, they have self-service barbecue and rafting,” Chen Pingping’s tone became more forceful.
“That sounds great,” Zhou Junqiang laughed, seemingly oblivious, this time saying four words, which was much more than before.
“When we hire a store manager and register the company, there’ll be some free time. What do you plan to do?” Chen Pingping’s hands under the table were already clenched into fists.
“Hehe,” Zhou Junqiang laughed again. Under Chen Pingping’s expectant gaze, he said something that made her instantly explode: “With free time, what else but sleep?”
Chen Pingping’s tense expression collapsed, and she sighed dejectedly. Was being stuck with such an insensitive man like Zhou Junqiang in this lifetime good or bad?
Entering the study, Hao Yunyang habitually locked the door, then walked to the computer and sat down. After moving the mouse to wake the computer from standby, he opened the browser and logged into the black market website.
As expected, the moment his account logged in, dozens of dialog boxes popped up on the screen.
“Casting a wide net, focusing on key catches,” Hao Yunyang smiled, minimizing the dialog boxes one by one, leaving only a few from the initial sellers. He looked at a message from a seller with a nickname composed entirely of numbers, asking about the required quantity of raw materials. After a moment of contemplation, he replied: “Need ten kilograms of fresh Baizhi flowers. Transportation to China must not exceed five days. If the petals wither, rot, or deteriorate, the transaction fails.”
