I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

As Chen Zheng sat down, he used the act of picking up a teacup to activate his X-ray vision and glance at the area.

Sure enough, someone was watching.

Although I didn't dare to look too closely and couldn't see clearly, it's highly likely that the boss behind the scenes is observing.

Soon, Basong spoke, saying in very broken Long Mandarin, "Boss Chen, Ah Kun said you have money."

Chen Zheng nodded.

"It's alright, we won't starve."

Basong smiled, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.

"It's good to be rich."

"Rich people are generally bold."

Chen Zheng picked up the teacup, smelled it, but didn't drink it.

"That depends on the situation."

"I'm bold enough to spend money, but I'm cowardly enough to risk my life."

Du Kun quickly chimed in from the side.

"Boss Chen is a wise man; only wise men can live long."

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"So, not looking at stones tonight?"

Du Kun and Basong exchanged a glance upon hearing this.

The former smiled.

"You can look at stones anytime."

"Not everyone has a path."

The private room fell silent immediately.

An Ran stood behind Chen Zheng, her fingers involuntarily tightening.

These people intended to probe their capabilities first.

Basong leaned forward and said slowly again, "Akun said you are familiar with the border."

"Familiar mountain roads, familiar people, familiar goods."

"I prefer doing business with people I know."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng chuckled.

"Boss Basong, you're wrong about that."

"Familiarity is one thing, but it also depends on how familiar one is."

"If they dared to dump any road outwards, my grave would be covered in weeds two meters high by now."

Du Kun remained calm and composed.

"Then let's talk about something we can talk about."

"For example, after the rainy season, which line in the southwest is less heavily inspected?"

"For example, is it safer to send a person or to send goods?"

As he spoke, Basong picked up the machete beside him and lightly touched the tip of the blade to the table.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Anran's shoulders and back gradually tensed up.

She knew this was a test, and also a threat.

Chen Zheng simply leaned back in his chair.

"Don't be in such a hurry."

"I just arrived, and before I even had a chance to sit down, I got straight to the point."

"If everyone did business like you, I would have been drowned in the river long ago."

Du Kun looked at him, but was not annoyed, and continued to smile.

"So, how does Mr. Chen want to negotiate?"

Chen Zheng returned the smile.

"Let me know first whether the other side is worth the risk."

Everyone loves making money.

"But you have to be alive to spend the money."

"I need to know what kind of goods you have, what quantity, when, and who you want to take away."

"As for the road."

"I can say a little."

"Too much, no way."

That was a perfectly timed remark.

Chen Zheng distanced himself from some of the relationships while leaving room for cooperation.

Greedy for money, yet also afraid of death.

Upon hearing this, Basong softened his fierce demeanor.

Du Kun nodded: "Boss Chen knows how to do business. Why don't you tell us what you think?"

Chen Zheng then picked up the tea and took a sip.

"There shouldn't be too many people."

"A dozen or twenty is enough for people in the mountains to eat."

"But if the line gets longer, the footprints can't be wiped clean."

"The goods need to be categorized."

"Don't mix dirty goods with clean goods, otherwise we'll all be wiped out and nobody can play the game."

"Also, the person leading the way cannot be the same person."

"If we keep going down the same path, we'll eventually reach a dead end. We need to consider not only the current problems, but also our long-term development."

Bassong and Duquesne were both listening.

The person behind the glass was also listening.

What Chen Zheng said was partly true and partly false.

These are all old experiences that can be used on the border.

However, he has not yet revealed the specific coordinates or contact person, nor has he provided a way to land on the site.

Basong seemed satisfied and was about to speak when a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

Immediately afterwards, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Two armed men escorted three adult Chinese laborers and a teenage girl into the room.

The girl's hair was messy, her face was covered in dust, her wrists were red from being tied with hemp rope, and her feet were covered in mud.

A middle-aged man stood in front of her, took a hit on the back with the butt of a gun, but did not back down.

An Ran glanced at it and instantly clenched her fist.

The girl's feet were covered in mud, and her knees were also covered in mud.

It's highly likely that these are people who were just brought back from the mountain road or the freight yard.

One of the men immediately opened his mouth and begged for mercy.

"Boss, boss, we really didn't mean to run away."

"I can't go to that place either, I can't go..."

His voice was spoken with a southwestern accent from China.

Basong didn't even look at them, put the machete on the table, and smiled at Chen Zheng.

"Boss Chen, perfect timing."

"Let me show you how I deal with disobedient people."

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man who was protecting his sister immediately knelt on the ground.

"Please, please don't hurt her, she's still a child."

Basong ignored him and simply raised his hand.

The people next to him immediately pinned one of the Chinese laborers to the ground, pried his fingers apart, and pressed them against the edge of the tea table.

The machete was picked up.

The private room fell silent.

An Ran slipped her fingers under her coat and touched the gun handle.

next second.

A hand pressed down on her wrist.

Chen Zheng's actions were natural; he casually handed over a teacup and said in a low voice, "We're here to do business."

An Ran's breathing stopped instantly.

She stared at the hand pressing on her wrist, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged instantly.

She understands.

If we make any movement now, people upstairs and downstairs will open fire, the trail will be cut off, and no one will survive.

Sometimes, understanding the principles and accepting reality are two different things.

At this moment, Basong had already raised his knife.

The little girl started crying and trembling.

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

The middle-aged man was deathly pale and struggled desperately forward.

An Ran gritted her teeth.

Just before the knife was about to fall, Chen Zheng spoke.

"Wait a minute."

Basong paused, then turned to look at him.

"What, is Boss Chen being soft-hearted?"

Chen Zheng leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

"It's not that I'm soft-hearted, it's that I think you're bad luck."

Upon hearing this, Basong's face immediately darkened.

An Ran was taken aback for a moment.

Isn't that a bit too risky?

Du Kun didn't get angry, but asked with a smile.

"What does Mr. Chen mean by this?"

Chen Zheng sighed.

"If you cripple anyone who wants to cross the road, who would dare to walk on your path?"

"If you cut off a finger today, tomorrow the whole mountain will be saying that you chop off anyone you see."

"At that point, not even ghosts, let alone acquaintances, will show up. What a fool."

"I told you to think about the long term."

Basong was scolded, and although he was a little annoyed, he only frowned.

Chen Zheng continued.

"What I want is a way to make money, not a rotting corpse."

"Damn it, there are many ways to establish authority, is crippling people the only thing you know?"

"A person who is afraid is afraid in the first place."

"Those who aren't afraid will only run faster after watching this."

"If you keep doing this, ordinary people won't dare to come near. How are we supposed to do business then?"