Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"You came to see me?" After doing this, Janand sat back in his seat and got to the point. His mouse-sized eyes showed shrewdness: "My injured arm still needs to go to the hospital for treatment. Let's keep the story short."

Qiao Nian lightly touched the rim of the cup with her fingers, but did not touch the cup of coffee of unknown origin. Instead, she raised her head, her dark eyes calm and calm.

"I want to negotiate a deal with you."

"Trade?" Janand quickly brainstormed what industries he had that were linked to the illegal zone Red League, and what the Red League boss was most likely to trade with him.

He thought about it: "Do you want to acquire my shares in Xuntong?"

Xuntong Group has photolithography machine technology under its name. It has several branches overseas and several photolithography machines in its branch parent company.

However, these lithography machines are already somewhat old.

To put it bluntly, the technology is outdated.

If you look at the third world countries, it may be the treasure that those small countries covet, but the one in front of you comes from an illegal zone.

There are companies like Tianchen in the illegal zone.

He couldn't figure out that this big boss came to save his life because of his photolithography technology.

"No." Fortunately, Qiao Nian denied it in time, so Janand did not continue to be confused. Instead, he looked at her with bright eyes: "Why is that?"

"Odyssey Marine Company." Qiao Nian threw out Wang Zha.

When Janand heard this, his eyebrows instantly rose high and his eyes suddenly opened, full of shock. However, in just a moment, he forced himself to calm down and forced a smile on his lips. However, the slightly trembling fingertips quietly revealed it. Inner turmoil.

"What's the meaning?"

He plays dumb.

"I don't understand." The girl's back straightened naturally when she sat down, without any delay or embarrassment. Her expression was indifferent, her eyes were like bottomless pools, she was noncommittal to his words and restarted the topic.

"Then you should know why you were put on the head hunting bounty list on the black website. You never asked me from the beginning to the end, who put you on the list, and who wanted your life."

She was really too sharp and hit the nail on the head.

"You can think about whether you want to 'understand' what I say. Let's continue talking about the deal..."

The softness and cunningness on Janand's fat face gradually disappeared and became real, and his eyes changed from defensive to anxious.

All these changes occurred in just a few sentences.

Qiao Nian even had the time to fold her hands and place them quietly on the table. Her fingers were slender and long, and her neatly manicured nails glowed with a healthy luster. Occasionally, she would tap the table rhythmically, and the slight "tap-tat" sound seemed to be her. The rhythm of inner thought.

But on the negotiation table, this kind of subtle noise will hit the other party's psychological defense line as intensively as an urging drum.

If the other party's psychological defense is weak, it can easily be influenced and make further concessions.

Janand was clearly on a psychological offensive.

He was silent for a brief moment and then said coldly: "He can spend money to kill me, and I can also spend money to find someone to protect me."

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At this point, he seemed to have found the perfect solution. He once again placed himself at the top of the negotiation, leaned back and shrugged, his little eyes slightly misty.

"So there is absolutely no need for me to trade with you."

"Um."

Qiao Nian leaned forward slightly, keeping his head at just the right angle, and his focused eyes were always locked on the other person. Except for the occasional flick of his eyelashes, there were almost no unnecessary movements. (End of chapter)