Let you raise pigs?But kicked me out of the classmate group?

Chapter 1371 Abdul Aliya

Chapter 1372 Abdul-Alia
The girl, "Abdul Aliya," voluntarily gave her full name.

Her legs were crossed, and her slender calves had smooth and powerful lines.

“My grandfather asked me to come and see if his newly sharpened ‘knife’ was worth the three months of his predator’s reputation.”

Her opening remarks were so direct they were almost abrupt, with no small talk or pleasantries, getting straight to the point.

Qin Hao leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, but his eyes showed no sign of fatigue.

"Qin Hao."

The response was simple and the voice was steady.

"We've experienced the predators' professionalism firsthand. They're very sharp."

Qin Hao was referring to Ali's swift, precise, and deadly counterattack just now.

“Sharp?”

Arya scoffed, a hint of disdain in her voice.

"Is a sharp edge enough to deal with those small fry?"

She leaned forward slightly, her amber eyes fixed on Qin Hao, her tone carrying a pressing and probing tone.

"Tell me, Mr. Qin from China."

What do you want from Iron Fruit?

"Just a few mines? Or something else?"

"From a business perspective, it's all about the mine."

Qin Hao's answer was impeccable, and he looked at her calmly.

"The iron ore veins are worth investing in."

"Ah."

Arya was clearly not satisfied with this official answer.

She leaned back on the sofa, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of her reddish-brown hair, her eyes becoming somewhat playful.

"invest?"

Do you know what's buried beneath the iron ore veins?

"Besides ore,"

"And there are corpses, betrayals, and countless conspiracies."

"Your little bit of 'investment'"

"Enough to fill a few holes?"

Her words were like sharp blades, trying to peel away Qin Hao's calm facade.

"Risk and reward always go hand in hand."

Qin Hao remained unmoved, his tone still indifferent.

"The key is whether you have the ability to control risks and maximize profits."

"Mr. Ali and his team gave us some confidence."

Mentioning Alibaba.

Arya's gaze swept over the silent figure in the shadows at the entrance to the booth, her eyes flickering slightly.

"Uncle Ali is the fangs of a predator."

she admitted.

But then his tone shifted, revealing a subtle, almost imperceptible sharpness.

"But the fangs need to be held in one hand."

"Strong enough"

"Stable enough"

"Also, they are clever enough to handle it."

Her gaze returned to Qin Hao's face, filled with undisguised scrutiny.

“My grandfather believes in you.”

“But I’m different. I need to see it for myself.”

"Are your hands qualified to hold this knife?"

The atmosphere became somewhat subtle under the soft lighting.

Charlie stroked his chin with great interest in the shadows.

Ali remained as silent as a rock.

at this time.

Arya suddenly changed the subject, and her tone became somewhat erratic, like a willful little girl.

"Did you enjoy splashing that glass of wine just now?"

Arya was referring to the glass she had spilled on the waiter.

Qin Hao looked at the almost mischievous gleam in her eyes and his lips curved upwards almost imperceptibly.

"That felt so satisfying."

Qin Hao spoke the truth.

That splash did indeed disrupt the opponent's rhythm and turn the tide of the battle.

"of course!"

Arya proudly raised her chin, like a proud little peacock.

But that smugness quickly faded, and his eyes turned cold.

"That old fox Declan, and his mining alliance, are nothing but a pack of hyenas sticking together for warmth."

"They're trying to scare you away with these underhanded tactics."

"Or make you lose face in front of everyone."

"Disqualified from bidding. Naive!"

The contempt in his tone was undisguised.

"So, Miss Arya's 'satisfaction' wasn't just about venting her anger?"

Qin Hao grasped the deeper meaning in her words.

Arya looked at him.

His amber eyes resembled those of a leopard cat eyeing its prey.

"of course not."

“I hate old guys like Declan who think they're in control of everything.”

"I hate it even more."

“Someone is playing this dirty trick on the guests that my grandfather promised to protect.”

Arya paused for a moment.

He leaned forward slightly again, lowered his voice, and spoke with a seductive power.

"Qin Hao, the auction of the iron ore mine is fraught with complications."

"Declan and his group are just the visible troubles."

"Those who keep watch in the shadows will only use dirtier and more ruthless methods."

"The knife in your hand is sharp, but there are some corners that you can't reach with just the knife."

Arya's words, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, stirred ripples in Qin Hao's heart.

The anonymous warning letter that Qin Hao received earlier.

The unusual waiters discovered by Alibaba all point to undercurrents beneath the surface.

This girl clearly knows something.

"for example?"

Qin Hao asked calmly.

Arya did not answer directly.

Suddenly, a dazzling smile bloomed on her face, yet it carried a deadly aura; her red lips were like fire.

"For example, you lost something, Mr. Qin."

Qin Hao was slightly taken aback.

Arya's fair, slender fingers flipped the object with a magical flick.

A glimmer of cold starlight shone at her fingertips.

It was the platinum diamond cufflink that Qin Hao had taken off and placed on the dining table earlier!
When did it end up in Arya's hands?!

Charlie couldn't help but raise an eyebrow even in the shadows.

But a very faint hint of surprise also flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Alibaba remains silent.

The girl's movements were so fast that even a professional like him could barely see them!

This level of skill is something that ordinary rich heiresses cannot possess.

Arya fiddled with the small cufflink.

Seeing the fleeting surprise in Qin Hao's eyes.

The smile on his face became even brighter, and even more dangerous.

Get close to Qin Hao.

Use a voice that only two people can hear.

Like lovers whispering secrets.

Yet it carried an iron will and an unquestionable proposition.

"Cooperation, Qin Hao?"

Arya's eyes were fixed on Qin Hao's.

"I can get the iron ore mine."

"His surname is Qin."

Arya's voice was soft, yet it exploded in Qin Hao's ears like a thunderclap.

at the same time.

The booth area was quiet.

The conversation was broken by a sudden, suppressed sound of footsteps.

Declan Ross, accompanied by several core members of his mining consortium, walked over with grim faces.

They clearly couldn't stand being completely excluded.

Especially the appearance and attitude of Abdul Al-Alia.

This made them feel threatened and out of control like never before.

Declan's forced smile was stiff and obsequious.

His eyes were filled with anger and fear.

"Miss Arya."

Declan's voice was deliberately gentle, but it couldn't hide the toughness within.

"You had a pleasant chat with Mr. Qin?"

"However, the auction is imminent."

"There are some important matters concerning the future of Ironfruit Mining that our alliance needs to discuss further with Mr. Qin," Declan emphasized.

"Within the Alliance"

"In-depth communication"

The intention was to exclude Arya.

The members behind Declan also stared at Qin Hao with hostile eyes, their expressions clearly conveying a sense of expulsion.

Arya's smile instantly turned cold.

Like sunlight being swallowed by dark clouds.

She didn't even look back at Declan, but slowly gathered Qin Hao's platinum diamond cufflink into her palm.

Then, with a lazy and slightly impatient air, he turned his head to the side, his amber eyes glancing at Declan as if he were looking at a rock blocking his way.

"Mr. Declan."

Arya's voice was clear and crisp, yet it was shrouded in a layer of ice.

"Mr. Qin is my guest now. Is there anything 'important'?"

"Wait until he finishes talking to me before you queue up to make an appointment."

The contempt and dismissive tone in his voice were utterly ruthless.

Declan's fake smile completely crumbled.

His muscles twitched, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

One of the members behind him couldn't help but step forward, his expression angry.

“Miss Arya! This is from the Mining Alliance…”

"alliance?"

Arya scoffed, then abruptly stood up, her champagne-colored skirt tracing a sharp arc.

She was tall and slender. As she stood up straight, the queen-like aura that belonged to the Abdul family was instantly released.

This actually caused the alliance member who had spoken to instinctively take a half-step back.

"Here, I'm in charge."

Arya spoke each word clearly and distinctly, with an absolute and unquestionable authority.

The atmosphere instantly became tense!

Declan's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.

Arya, on the other hand, was like a beautiful hedgehog with its sharp quills raised, refusing to give an inch.

The members of the mining alliance turned pale and then flushed.

Clearly, they hadn't expected Arya to be so tough, showing no respect whatsoever to their local alliance.

Qin Hao sat on the sofa, coldly observing the confrontation that had arisen because of him.

He slowly stood up, his movements calm and unhurried, as if the tense atmosphere before him had nothing to do with him.

The towering figure stood tall, subtly giving Arya a sense of calm and confidence.

"It seems."

"Miss Arya and Mr. Declan have other matters to attend to."

Qin Hao's voice rang out calmly.

The stalemate was broken.

"We won't bother you."

He nodded slightly to Arya.

He glanced again at Declan, whose face was ashen, his eyes deep and devoid of any emotion.

After saying that, Qin Hao strode out of the booth.

Charlie and Ali immediately followed, the three of them acting as an inseparable unit.

"Mr. Qin!"

Declan couldn't help but speak up, his tone filled with anger and a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

"About tomorrow's auction"

Qin Hao did not stop walking, nor did he even turn around.

Only the sound came, clearly reaching Declan and Arya's ears.

"The real test will be at the auction."

This statement is like a clear declaration of war.

Arya watched Qin Hao's tall, departing figure, then glanced at Declan, who was trembling with anger.

Her red lips curled into a smile.

Qin Hao and his two companions walked through the still eerily silent banquet hall and headed towards the private elevator leading to the guest room area.

Ali pressed the button, and the metal door slid open silently.

Just a second before Qin Hao was about to step into the elevator car, a figure quickly caught up with him.

It's Arya.

She ran a little too fast, and a few strands of hair clung to her slightly sweaty cheeks.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and the champagne-colored skirt flowed.

"and many more!"

Aria called out to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao stopped and turned around to look at her.

Arya stopped in front of Qin Hao.

She was slightly out of breath, her face flushed from running.

She didn't speak, she just reached out her hand.

A pale palm is outstretched, revealing a platinum diamond cufflink.

The cold metal and diamonds in her palm seemed to absorb the warmth emanating from her body.

Qin Hao's gaze fell on the cufflinks, then he looked up and met her wild and determined eyes.

Arya took a deep breath.

Slowly open

"If you've made up your mind, feel free to contact me anytime."

With a gentle push of his fingertips, he pressed the small cufflink into Qin Hao's palm.

The coolness of the metal and the lingering warmth on her fingertips created a strange tactile sensation.

"Remember, I can give you more than just a knife."

After she finished speaking, she gave Qin Hao a deep look.

His eyes held a complex and unfathomable look, carrying both expectation and challenge.

It also carries an absolute confidence belonging to the descendants of predators.

Qin Hao clenched his fist, the hard edges of the cufflinks digging into his skin.

It brought a distinct stinging sensation.

The elevator door slowly closed.

In the cramped space, there was only a slight hum of operation.

Charlie leaned against the smooth metal wall, arms crossed over his chest.

The silence was finally broken.

His tone carried an undisguised playfulness.

"Wow~"

"Blade, vein of ore."

"And then there's a little lioness who actively comes up to you?"

"Qin".

"This game is exciting from the very beginning."

Charlie whistled, his face beaming with the excitement of someone who loves a good show.

Ali stood to Qin Hao's side and slightly behind, his sharp gaze sweeping across every corner of the elevator to confirm safety.

Then he whispered.

"Mr. Qin, Miss Aria."

"She's very strong. She's not a hothouse flower."

Alibaba's words were concise yet highly praised.

"knife"

Qin Hao repeated in a low voice.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the confined space, carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible chill.

"It has always been just a tool."

Qin Hao slowly closed his fingers and raised his head.

His deep gaze seemed to pierce through the closed elevator doors, casting a shadow over the impending, even more perilous and unpredictable auction battlefield.

"What truly determines victory or defeat is the hand wielding the knife, and..."

He paused, a faint yet sharp smile curving his lips.

"The mind of the player."

The elevator ascended smoothly, and the numbers kept changing.

In the enclosed space, a silent undercurrent flows.

They began to gather silently, surging forth.

The view from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite.

Qin Hao sat in a single sofa, his posture relaxed.

There were no documents or a computer on the mahogany coffee table in front of me.

There was only one set of simple white porcelain teaware.

The small teapot spout was emitting wisps of steam.

The unique, refreshing, and lingering aroma of chestnuts from Longjing tea before the rain.

In this foreign land filled with the smell of rust and dust.

Stubbornly carving out a tranquil space belonging to the East.

Charlie leaned back on the large sofa opposite him.

Two long legs were casually propped up on a low stool.

With gum in his mouth, his cheeks bulged slightly, making a soft "smacking" sound.

He was fiddling with a miniature holographic sand table device in his hand.

The complex terrain and known mineral deposits of the Zangwei region spun and magnified at his fingertips.

Charlie's eyes were somewhat vacant, clearly his mind wasn't fully on the sand table.

"Qin"

Charlie spoke indistinctly, breaking the silence in the room.

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