Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

"How much money did Lao Liang prepare?" Wang Xuesen straightened his shirt sleeves and prepared to go downstairs.

"Twenty thousand yuan," Su Wanjia said.

"These traitors are really rich. They spend 20,000 yuan on a lousy policeman. An ordinary person can't earn that much money in a lifetime," Wang Xuesen complained.

"How much are you planning to give Li Shiqun?" Su Wanjia asked.

"Let's go for 73, we'll take 6,000."

"Remember, it has to be gold bars or US dollars."

"The US dollars must be new, and the gold bars must be small."

Wang Xuesen thought for a moment and said.

"Why? New US dollars are hard to come by now. Can't we use ten-tael gold bars?" Su Wanjia asked curiously.

Do you know what visual effects are?

"The same thing, presented in different ways, will have different impacts."

"Ye and Li don't trust me anyway, so using a few tricks might be a plus in the negotiations."

Wang Xuesen kissed her, opened the door, and went downstairs.

Su Wanjia linked arms with him, whispering with adoration and happiness, "You have so many tricks up your sleeve."

"I don't have many fancy tricks up my sleeve, so how can I satisfy you and make you happy?" Wang Xuesen lifted her chin, engaging in his usual flirtatious manner.

"Ugh! Xiaomin's here, don't talk nonsense." Su Wanjia pinched him shyly.

After breakfast.

Wang Xuesen got into the bulletproof car.

Some time ago, Chen Gongshu "shot" him twice. Wang Xuesen, through Madam Okamura's private and large-scale financial maneuvering, "got" this car as the director of the confidential office.

There are only three vehicles in the entire No. 76 fleet right now.

The other two vehicles are in the hands of Ding Mocun and Li Shiqun.

But Wu Sibao, Hu Junhe and their group were extremely envious.

They shamelessly wanted it too.

Then, Shibuya called him into his office and gave him a thorough dressing-down.

Damn it, do you really think Imperial armored vehicles are as cheap as cabbages, that you can just take any Tom, Dick, or Harry?

Wang Xuesen stuffed a lot of money into the pocket.

I bought it! I bought it!

Upon arriving at number 76, Wang Xuesen had just stepped into the hall when he bumped into Zheng Pingping, who was wearing high heels and a beige trench coat.

Her trench coat was open, and her white lace cardigan was tucked into her waistband; its tight fit accentuated the curves of her chest.