You were put undercover, and you've risen to become the boss.

Chen Hui and Aung San remained remarkably calm, showing no sign of tension whatsoever, and didn't even touch their guns.

After glancing at Hua Mang's men, Chen Hui turned to look at Aung San with a nonchalant air.

"Brother, they don't seem like they're buying anything. There's no point in doing business with people like that. Tell Master Zuo that these guys aren't serious about buying, so let's just forget about it."

Aung San looked at Chen Hui's performance with admiration. With such courage and demeanor, he was far superior to the Butcher. He smiled and replied.

"Brother, you're right. They're the ones who want to buy, not us. They don't want to buy, and we don't want to sell either. Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in his thirties or forties walked out of the stone quarry's shed. He was bald, wearing a floral shirt, and had colorful python tattoos on his neck and arms.

"Brother Aung San, it's been so long since we last met, why are you leaving so soon after we just met?"

The man smiled, his gaze fixed on Aung San Suu Kyi, and slowly walked towards them, glancing at his subordinates at the same time.

"What are you all doing? Put your guns away! We're here to do business, not to fight! Help them all up right now!"

Several burly men quickly helped the two men on the ground up.

After the man came over, he glanced at the group and his gaze fell directly on Aung San, and he said with a smile.

"Brother Aung San, it's been years since we last met. Where have you been all this time?"

Aung San Suu Kyi also put away his cold demeanor and appeared quite casual.

"I've been in the Golden Triangle for the past two years. I got into some trouble in China, so I've been staying there as little as possible. If it weren't for this incident, you probably wouldn't have seen me."

"Haha! Come on, bro, give me a hug. Let's grab a drink after the deal's done!"

The man and Aung San gave each other a big hug, clearly indicating that they were very familiar with each other.

"Your brother here is quite something, is he also from the Golden Triangle?"

After the two separated, the man's gaze fell directly on Chen Hui. As for the butcher and the others, he didn't even bother to look at them. He had seen Chen Hui's performance just now and subconsciously assumed that he was from the Golden Triangle.

"My brother here isn't from the Golden Triangle; he's from Yangcheng!"

Upon hearing this, the man looked at Chen Hui with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He knew about Aung San; those whom he acknowledged as brothers were not simple characters, and they were from Yangcheng.

"What should I call you, brother?"

"Chen Hui!"

"Brother Chen Hui, it was all a misunderstanding just now, please don't take it to heart. Actually, Master Zuo asked me to do this small favor to see your reaction, but you didn't hold back at all."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hui suddenly realized that this was also Zuo Min's test. However, this test was probably to see if the butcher had the ability to control future transactions.

"Then we've become friends through a fight."

Aung San then pointed to the butcher behind him.

"This is Hua Mang, his name is Butcher. Zuo Min entrusted the business in Yangcheng to him. Get to know him. In the future, when you come to Yangcheng to pick up goods, just look for him!"

Upon hearing this, the python looked at the butcher behind it, walked up to him, and extended its hand.

"Let's get acquainted, Butcher. My name is Cao Yang, but everyone calls me Flower Python. I wish us a pleasant cooperation in the future!"

The butcher quickly shook hands with him.

"My name is Liang Gang, but they all call me the Butcher. Just call me the Butcher from now on!"

The python didn't stand on ceremony either.

"Okay, I wish us a pleasant cooperation in the future."

Then he looked at Aung San and said somewhat anxiously.

"Aung San, let's not waste any more time, where's the goods?"

Aung San Suu Kyi took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Hua Mang, even though we've cooperated so many times, the rules still apply. Where's your money? Payment upon delivery, don't break the rules!"

The python immediately burst into laughter.

"Aung San Suu Kyi, we've been working together for so long, don't you still trust me? Are you afraid I'll rip you off? Fine!"

He snapped his fingers.

Several men immediately came over from under a tarpaulin not far away, carrying cardboard boxes and sacks.

Several cardboard boxes and a burlap sack, which two people had to lift together, were slammed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hua Mang's men opened the cardboard box and untied the ropes on the sack, revealing bundles of banknotes inside.

Aung San took a look and was very satisfied.

"Ahui, let's get it checked!"

He then waved to a van outside, and the van drove right in.

Hua Mang gestured to his men, and a group of them opened the cargo box, revealing baskets filled with bags of rock sugar.

Two men went up and carried a basket down. They lifted the white sugar on top and found several bags of different things inside, which looked similar to rock candy.

The python tore open a bag, took out a piece to examine it, and smelled it, revealing a look of enjoyment.

"Great quality!"

On the other side, Chen Hui looked at all that money and took out a stack of bills to count.

"Dude, with so much money, how long would it take you to count it like that?"

Seeing Chen Hui start counting the money, Aung San came over and spoke up.

Chen Hui looked at him, puzzled.

"If we don't count them this way, how do we count them?"

Aung San smiled and took out a bundle.

"See? These are the rules. One bundle is ten stacks. One stack is ten thousand yuan, so one bundle is one hundred thousand yuan. According to this method, ten bundles are one million yuan."

"Another way is to weigh it directly. All prices have weight, so a little more or less doesn't matter, as long as the difference isn't too much."

Chen Hui suddenly realized, "Damn, this drug dealer's way of counting money is really peculiar. Aren't they afraid of being given counterfeit money?"

One hundred and fifty kilograms of methamphetamine were sold at a price of eighty yuan per gram, totaling forty-two million yuan. One hundred and twenty bundles of cash were the exact amount.

On the python's side, one of his men was also inspecting the goods. He took out a piece of tin foil, put a little methamphetamine on it, and started heating the tin foil.

Moments later, the methamphetamine melted, releasing a thick cloud of smoke. The python's henchman couldn't wait to take a drag, then closed his eyes, revealing an extremely satisfied expression.

"This tastes really good!"

As he spoke, he prepared to take another drag.

The python went up and slapped him.

"You fucking want to smoke it? We'll talk about it later. Is it top-quality stuff?"

"Brother, this is top-notch!"

Hearing this, the python felt relieved and smiled with satisfaction.

"Brothers, it has to be your stuff. The others can't compare!"

Meanwhile, inside the command vehicle.

Tan Zhigang's walkie-talkie rang again, and the investigator's voice came through.

"They've already started the transaction, but Zuo Min still hasn't shown up. Mr. Tan, Director Qi, should we take action now? We can catch them red-handed!"