He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Damn it?

Are you really giving it to me?
Proud!

Pierre accepted it obsequiously, his eyes lighting up like light bulbs! As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's gift is obligated to him."
Having unexpectedly received a windfall, Pierre's face immediately plastered with a fawning smile.

Pierre thanked him profusely, "Thank you so much, Mr. Qian!"

"Mr. Qian, you are so generous. May I ask what kind of business you are in?"

Fang Xinwu immediately lowered his voice and whispered in Peer's ear:

"You don't go to China often, so you don't know, but Teacher Qian is a very powerful boss. He owns more than 200 underground casinos in China, all of which are his businesses. The turnover alone is 3 billion a year!"

Three billion?!

Upon hearing this, Pierre's eyes widened, his gaze flickered, and he revealed a thoughtful expression.

Fang Xinwu controlled his volume perfectly, ensuring everyone could hear him clearly without being ostentatious, greatly satisfying everyone's vanity.

Mr. Qian chuckled and said, "That's right, I run a casino, and half of China is mine."

He waved his hand with great enthusiasm:

"You must visit this place when you come to the mainland next time. I'll treat you to a full stay!"

"sure!"

Pierre was overjoyed.

He noticed Fang Xinwu constantly giving him meaningful glances, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mr. Qian, since you are a businessman, I happen to have a big deal worth 200 million. I wonder if you would be interested?"

Just as Mr. Qian was about to reply, the door to the private room slammed shut with a loud bang.

The loud noise interrupted their conversation.

Pierre turned his head in a daze.

The door to the private room was suddenly flung open!

Several burly men in black surrounded a man wearing a mink coat and exuding the air of a nouveau riche, as they stormed into the house.

The newcomer had an unfriendly expression and shouted loudly:

"What kind of business? Tell me about it."

"If you treat Uncle Niu as an outsider, the consequences will be severe!"

Li Erniu's eyes were wide open in anger, veins bulging on his forehead, a cigar in his mouth, sunglasses on his eyes, and he exuded the fierce aura of a nouveau riche gangster.

Two men in black, each carrying a safe, stood on either side, their waists bulging as if concealing firearms.

This sudden scene startled Pierre, who trembled, his eyes darting around, completely at a loss.

"Sir, please don't stare at me, I don't even know you!"

Li Erniu stretched out his arms and patted Pierre's shoulders hard, laughing unrestrainedly.

"What's there to be afraid of? We'll get to know each other better, hahaha!"

With his business interrupted, a cold glint flashed in Boss Qian's eyes, and his tone turned icy:
"Brother, what gang are you from? It's against the rules to show up uninvited."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of bullets being chambered echoed through the private room.

"Who I am doesn't matter, just call me Mr. Cow!"

Li Erniu spat disdainfully, and his bodyguards behind him reached into his robes.

The atmosphere immediately became tense, on the verge of exploding.

Fang Xinwu suddenly stepped in to smooth things over:

"Both of you, calm down. We're all here to have some fun, why make a fuss?"

As he spoke, he kept giving Zhang Beixing meaningful glances.

"Brother Zhang, we're all on the same side, please try to persuade him."

Zhang Beixing quickly advised, "Boss, business is important, let's talk about serious matters first."

“Yes, yes.” Li Erniu wholeheartedly agreed. “Let’s talk business first. Who was that blind fool who tried to steal our business just now?”

Zhang Beixing stepped forward and pointed at Boss Qian sitting in the armchair:

"Mr. Niu, this is the man who's trying to cut off our source of income!"

Li Erniu glared at Boss Qian with a sinister grin.

Mr. Qian's face was ashen, and he let out a cold sneer.

Old Niu's gaze fell back on Pierre's shoulder, and he forced out what he thought was a friendly smile.

To the startled Pierre, the smile was more painful than a cry.

Then the mink-fur brother burst into loud laughter:

"Come on, brother, don't be afraid. I'm a businessman too. I just heard you have a business worth hundreds of millions. I'm interested too. Want to talk about it?"

Li Erniu raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone turning cold:
“Let’s all make money. If you only tell him to keep it from me, then you’re disrespecting Master Niu.”

Pierre trembled all over, his face showing distress.

She looked to Fang Xinwu for help, hoping he would make a decision.

At this moment, the chivalrous Boss Qian suddenly stood up and waved his hand:
"It's alright, Peel brothers, just say the word! You're Xiaoqi's brother, so you're my brother! I'll protect you if anything happens! Let's see who dares to touch you!"

Pierre was caught in a dilemma; it was truly an undeserved misfortune.

What started as a simple drinking session unexpectedly came to the head when two big shots got into a fight, leaving me caught in the middle in a truly difficult situation.

Seeing Fang Xinwu nod thoughtfully, Pierre felt somewhat relieved.

Peel forced a smile, looked at the two bigwigs, slowly made a hand gesture, and uttered two words:
"White powder".

The moment those two words left his mouth, Li Erniu's expression changed drastically.

He widened his eyes dramatically, but this time it wasn't fierceness, but excitement.

"Drug trafficking!" Li Erniu suddenly burst into laughter. "I came to the Golden Triangle to make a fortune! You're practically handing me money! We need to have a serious talk!"

Pierre chuckled twice, glancing furtively at Boss Qian sitting in the armchair.

The latter looked serious, as if weighing whether the risk was worthwhile.

Seeing that Mr. Qian was hesitant, Pierre felt much more at ease.

After a long silence, Boss Qian suddenly looked up:

"Let's be straightforward and not beat around the bush. Give me a definite number: if we take it all, how much stock can we supply in a year?"

Pierce pondered for a moment, then tentatively extended two fingers.

Mr. Qian suddenly burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke, his expression changed drastically, and he began to hurl insults at Pierre:
"Didn't you just say it was a deal worth hundreds of millions? In the blink of an eye, it's down to only two tons? Are you kidding me?"

"Two tons of goods?" Boss Qian laughed angrily. "That would have been more like it ten years ago!"

Seeing that Mr. Qian was angry, Pierre quickly smiled apologetically:

"Mr. Qian, please calm down. It's bad for your health. I know you're in big business, but to be honest, two tons is just a small fraction of what you need."

"If you want more, we can arrange another time to discuss it in detail, and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Li Erniu chimed in, "Everyone gets a share! Don't forget me, brother! I've got money!"

The man in black behind him responded and stepped forward to open the safe.

Two boxes full of Southern Xinjiang banknotes, totaling over five million, made Pierre stare in disbelief.

The saying "foolish people with lots of money" is no joke after all!
Seeing that Li Erniu was really interested, Pierre quickly explained, "I can't forget, we can arrange a time together."

Boss Qian's anger subsided slightly, his chest heaving:
"Then...shall we schedule a time?"

Pierre immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"no problem!"

Seeing his goods in high demand and the imminent windfall, Pierre beamed with joy.

Inside the private room, the three parties gathered and quickly finalized the meeting time with just a few words, leaving Pierre no room for careful consideration.

By the time Pierre realized what was happening, he and Fang Xinwu had already walked out of Dacheng Restaurant.

The two got into the car and drove slowly along the road.

Peel, gripping the steering wheel, looked grave. "Chief, do you think these two men are reliable?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Xinwu pondered for a long time before cautiously responding amidst the swirling smoke:
“If it’s Mr. Qian, I’ve known him for many years. He has a lot of influence in mainland China and can definitely handle a large volume of goods. We can talk to him.”

"As for that Mr. Niu behind him..."

Fang Xinwu suddenly smiled.

"Actually, we could try to get in touch with him."

Pierre frowned slightly.

"How to say?"

"Let me analyze it for you."

Fang Xinwu, with a cigarette stubbed out, adjusted himself into a comfortable position in the passenger seat, glanced at Pierre, and began to analyze the situation seriously.

“We don’t need to worry about Boss Niu’s identity. All we need to do is arrange a meeting with your supplier. As long as he has the money and we have the goods, the deal will naturally go through.”

"They can't be police officers anyway; the police wouldn't have that much money. We'll verify the authenticity of the banknotes beforehand to ensure everything goes smoothly!"

After listening to Fang Xinwu's analysis, Pierre's eyes lit up and he suddenly understood.

"Good idea! We'll check the banknotes first; fakes can't be made real, and real ones can't be made fake."

“That’s right!” Fang Xinwu laughed heartily. “You should thank me properly for facilitating these two big deals.”

"NO!"

Fang Xinwu was taken aback: "Huh?"

Pierre immediately burst into laughter: "No problem!"

The two exchanged knowing smiles.

Pierre patted his chest and said, "I know a great place. The girls there are especially beautiful. I'll take you there to have some fun."

A shadow crossed Fang Xinwu's eyes, but he didn't show it on his face. He just winked at Pierre knowingly.

The two walked away arm in arm, their laughter fading into the distance.

Inside the Dacheng Restaurant, members of the joint military and police task force gathered together.

Li Erniu took off his mink coat, which made him sweat profusely, and drank the mineral water on the table in one gulp.

Still not satisfied after finishing the bottle, they hurriedly asked the waiter for a few more.

Zhang Beixing was amused by his ox-like, water-drinking manner and couldn't help but tease him:

"Erniu, you're really something. Wearing a mink coat in the tropics, aren't you afraid of getting heat rash?"

Li Erniu smiled憨厚ly: "I'm just trying to show off my rich-man's image, so please don't make fun of me."

His words only made the laughter in the private room louder.

Gao Gang raised his hand to signal: "Alright, everyone quiet down, let's continue the operational meeting."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Zhang Beixing and pondered, "Captain Zhang, tonight's show was undoubtedly a success, but whether it can lure out Nuoka's people is still uncertain."

"What do you think we should do next?"

Zhang Beixing habitually rubbed his chin, pondering carefully.

Pierre, acting as an intermediary for Nauka's agent, only took the first step in gaining his trust.

The meeting was scheduled for three days later at the World Trade Center.

During this period, in order to verify their identities and strength, the Naw Khitan organization will definitely conduct one or more investigations into their spending in the Golden Triangle.

Therefore, their only task before the Naw Khitan organization contacted them was to...
A glint flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes, and a mysterious smile curled at the corner of his lips. He suddenly spoke:
"Spend money!"

what?
The team members looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing this.

Did you hear me wrong?

The task involves spending money?
“No doubt about it, that’s right.” Zhang Beixing nodded to himself and continued, “Consumption is the best way to demonstrate our strength, but it’s also a problem.”

Master Guo couldn't help but laugh:
"Anyone knows how to spend money. It's just buying things, what's so difficult about that?"

The other team members agreed wholeheartedly and didn't think spending money would be a difficult thing.

Zhang Beixing gently shook his head, his expression calm as he said:

"You're oversimplifying things. How to spend money is actually an art."

"First of all, you should not only spend money freely, but also with style, showing the temperament that a wealthy person should have when enjoying life."

"The most crucial thing is to convince those drug dealers that we really have the ability to become their big spenders, so that we can completely eliminate their suspicions."

After listening to Zhang Beixing's well-reasoned explanation, everyone in the private room fell into deep thought.

After a long while, Gao Gang couldn't help but gasp:
"Now that you hear that, it does seem a bit difficult!"

"That's right. I can't think of anything else besides buying a house and a car if I want to spend money lavishly. It doesn't seem suitable in the Golden Triangle."

"Supermarkets, hotels, saunas—these seem pretty ordinary."

Guo Bing playfully stuck out her tongue: "All I can think of are cosmetics and bags."

After a heated discussion, everyone's attention turned to Zhang Beixing, who was the one who tied the knot.

In the past few days, through Song Kaifei's secret recounting of Zhang Beixing's past, everyone has gained a fairly detailed understanding of Zhang Beixing's life before joining the army.

You should know that Zhang Beixing was once a notorious spendthrift in the Donghai City playboy circle!
He's an expert at picking up girls, racing cars, getting perms, drinking, and smoking—he lives a really carefree life.

It can be described as having a long history of bad deeds and numerous misdeeds, yet it is a "good medicine" that can stop a child from crying at night.

When it comes to how to spend money, everyone thinks Zhang Beixing must have a lot of experience!
Guo Bing looked on expectantly: "Captain Zhang used to date girls? Then what do you think of me?"

Zhang Beixing said calmly, "I've given it up."

Guo Bing: "."

Li Erniu, unaware of what was going on, chuckled and chimed in, "That's right, my brother Beixing only loves reading now!"

Guo Bingxiu frowned slightly.

I feel like I'm being lied to!

Faced with the malicious teasing looks from a group of people, Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Everyone has a dark past when they were young and reckless!
Is that the kind of look you should give someone when you're asking for something?
This is truly bizarre. Zhang Beixing narrowed his eyes, his gaze towards Song Kaifei filled with murderous intent.

Song Kaifei trembled instantly, forcing a smile as he met Zhang Beixing's cold gaze, sensing that disaster was about to befall him.

Zhang Beixing narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression meaningful.

That damn pilot, get ready to face the baptism of love's iron fist when you get back!
Turning his gaze away, Zhang Beixing sighed, consoling himself that this was a blessing in disguise. He did indeed know a thing or two about the art of spending money.

Zhang Beixing coughed lightly, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"This is an exclusive secret, never to be shared!"

As he spoke, he winked mysteriously at everyone and slowly beckoned.

"Gentlemen, please come closer."

Golden Triangle Special Region, Hisa Valley Prison!
"Sizzle~ Sizzle~"

The aroma of grilled steak filled a prison cell.

An obese middle-aged man is intently preparing his lunch steak.

Despite being in prison, he was living a very comfortable life.

The cell is fully equipped with all kinds of living facilities: computer, sofa, mobile phone, table and chairs, private bathroom, and even a separate small kitchen.

It's less like being in jail and more like being on vacation in a hotel.

The fat man wasn't wearing prison clothes, but rather beach attire, looking as relaxed and comfortable as if he were at home.

As he flipped the steak, he asked casually:
"Pierre, do you know how to pan-fry the perfect steak?"

Pierre sat casually on the sofa in front of the table and replied nonchalantly, "Mr. Sha, I understand what you mean; you're trying to tell me to be patient. But..."

As he spoke, he changed his posture and looked confidently at the fat man known as Mr. Sha.

Pierre said with feigned seriousness, "Please believe me, Mr. Sha, they are indeed capable."

"Through these past few days of surveillance, I've figured out their background." (End of Chapter)