Please make money.

Now if we look at it realistically, it can't even be considered ordinary - with this investment environment, would you dare to come as a foreign investor?

"Ashi...disappointed..."

Alia threw away the shrimp shells and said, "Let's go to the banquet and see what the official statement is. Are they going to issue a challenge or have a talk?"

She finally remembered her identity. After all, she was still a businesswoman, not someone who specialized in business negotiations.

That is to say, using the most advanced means of business warfare currently may allow other friendly competitors to take advantage, so she has to endure it for now.

Otherwise, if she changes the owner of the Grand Palace, other international hot money will wake up in their dreams and open champagne with laughter. Is this acceptable?

Seeing others taking advantage is more painful than losing money yourself...

An Lele, who was standing next to him, was eating silently. When he saw Prime Minister Lei leave, he wiped his hands and handed Alia a check.

"what?"

"Five million dollars, given by Boss Jiang."

"...Daole?" Alia looked at the unit and was shocked: "Isn't it Guoyuan?"

The total amount she spent on hiring the Black Bee Tiger team was less than 10 million yuan, and she had originally planned to split the profit 50-50 with Boss Jiang, but how come she has made 20 million yuan now?

An Lele was also surprised: "Is the unit of currency?"

"Isn't that right?"

"Ah, usually they are settled with Daole."

"Alas, no one wants this to happen." Alia handed the check back: "Give 10 million to Black Bee Tiger and the others, and we will split the extra 10 million equally. You will have your own little treasury now."

For Black Bee Tiger and his friends, this extra money is more like working for the boss on a business trip.

As for how much the boss can get and how much he will give to them, that depends on the boss's conscience.

Otherwise, if the security teams follow their employers to negotiate business, and see that the transaction amount of their employer’s business contracts is in the tens of millions or hundreds of millions, will they just grab the money?

That is to say, everyone has their own industry rules. Without professional ethics, you can earn more, but you can only have enough to fill your stomach.

An Lele said "oh" and put the check in her pocket: "There is one more thing. I received a business card."

"What is it? A business card? An invitation? The one from before?"

"No, it's this——"

She took out a business card, a particularly retro kind, which was placed in a box.

This thing is a business card box, but it is called a visiting box. It is more than a foot long and covered with brocade. It has a very low-key and luxurious style.

Unlike Alia's pure gold and palladium business cards, the other party's business card was a piece of paper with black text on a red background.

The word "Qin" is written in black on the front, and "For your sincere visit only, not for any other purpose" is written on the back.

"It's still red paper..."

"Any idea?"

"It depends on the era. In the Ming Dynasty, only those who had served as Hanlin scholars were qualified to use red paper and write in large characters for visiting cards, which showed a noble status."

The so-called "throwing a card at someone's door" is the ancient origin of the current practice of exchanging business cards. When people exchange business cards with each other, it is considered a visit.

Nowadays, business cards are still written as めいし in notebooks, and the romanization pronunciation is similar to meishi in name-based writing.

Unlike printed business cards, business cards are written by oneself to show respect. For example, business cards written by calligraphy masters are of great collection value.

For example, famous business cards of Su Dongpo and Huang Tingjian are actually no different from calligraphy works. Aren't they much better than celebrity signatures?

"Do you know this person?"

"I just don't know him. The other party sent someone to deliver it. I think it's quite impressive and formal. Moreover, they mentioned Mr. An."

"Hmm... that should be your master's friend. Auntie An's painting style is similar to that of this kind of big shot."

An Lele suddenly realized and put the things away, thinking that when she saw the master next time, she could ask which old friend of hers it was.

"Why don't you return one? It's polite to return one."

"But I don't have any - should I go and make some business cards?"

"How can that be possible? I'll write one for you. Bring some red paper. But you're not Aunt An, so you have to be a junior in returning the favor."

After taking the red paper, Alia found a pen and wrote down -

"The younger generation, An Lele, bows again and asks about your daily life at Tiantai Yuxiao Mountain Huanxi Temple"

The format is to write the identity and name first, and then write the greeting "ask about your life" after a little space.

Finally, on the lower left side, the word "乡里" was written in a slightly smaller font. Logically, one more word should be added, but Lele did not have any word.

An Lele blew the ink dry: "Miss's calligraphy is really beautiful - and how do you know so much about this?"

Ailia thought to herself, before I traveled through time, I had some side jobs, and this is the regulation of the Ming Dynasty, how could I not be familiar with it.

But when the words come to my lips, it turns out that I learned it on the Internet and have a vague understanding of it. I guess this is how it is anyway, everyone is pretending to be retro and imagining things for each other.

Lele found a rosewood box, packed it, and called the postman who was delivering the letter to her: "Please give this to the gentleman before."

Alia ate shrimp and glanced at the postman. "If they hadn't said that they were only paying a visit, you should have gone to pay a visit."

"Well, but I only know that the gentleman's last name is Qin, and I don't know what his relationship with my master is."

"Since he knows you're here and your identity, he must be well connected. If he had bad intentions, he would have done it long ago."

"Yeah, then I'll call the master and ask." An Lele happily ran to call Aunt An.

And Alia was recalling the word Qin just now, squinting her eyes and spitting out a piece of shrimp tail.

If there was anything, she didn't tell Lele - that character is not ordinary, the brush strokes are as sharp as a knife, iron strokes and silver hooks, this is kung fu, not calligraphy.

"interesting……"

270-Where is the martial arts world for "Sister Zi's Sin Bag" 8/10

"Master, how come you're here so soon?"

When Ye Tianxin met his master, it was not even time for dinner.

A woman in black was sitting in the lobby. This historic hotel had temporarily suspended business to the public, and the owner was making tea nearby.

Seeing Ye Tianxin coming, she put down the tea set in her hand and said, "Mr. Qin, I'll be busy first. Please let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you for your hard work." The woman in black nodded: "Please prepare a bathtub. My girl may need a medicinal bath. Here is the list of medicinal ingredients."

The shop owner took the list and looked at it: "It will take some time to prepare these herbs. I will ask the waiter to notify the lady when they are ready."

"Hmm." The woman in black picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Tianxin, sit down."

"Master..." Ye Tianxin sat down and asked the most concerned question: "How did you get here so quickly?"

"It's a coincidence that a plane just happened to come."

"Even if there happens to be a plane coming, it will take more than ten hours." Ye Tianxin scratched his face: "Master, what kind of plane is this?"

"This is not a civil aviation. Put your hands out."

Ye Tianxin obediently stretched out her hand, and the woman in black raised her hand to her wrist to feel her pulse. After a moment, she shook her head and said, "You don't take care of yourself at all."

"I do not have……"

"You are almost exhausted. If you force your blood and qi to move, you may look fine and feel energetic, but it is easy to leave hidden injuries. Once you encounter an opponent when your blood and qi are flowing backwards, you will only be able to exert 30% of your full strength. You are simply seeking death."

The woman in black took out two pills and gave them to her: "Eat them."

"What is this? Another pill?"

"One to replenish electrolytes, one to replenish calories, what alchemy..."

"Oh……"

After swallowing the blueberry-flavored meatballs whole and gulping down a few sips of tea, Ye Tianxin heaved a sigh of relief.

"Master, since you are here, please rescue my cousin!"

"Your cousin is fine. She has found someone to rescue her. Xincai's method is despicable but effective. What will you do next time you encounter such a thing?"

"Should I-should I not join in the fun?"

"You should have contacted me earlier." The woman in black tapped her forehead. "You are so capable, it's OK for you to go to those famous and upright sects to spar with them, but if you met someone who really wanted to kill you, you would have been dead long ago. Your cousin did the right thing this time. She tried her best to maneuver within the rules. She is better than you."

"I didn't know the local gangs were so rude..."

The woman in black lowered her eyes and drank her tea - the silly girl didn't understand why the North American gangs were so polite, didn't she understand it herself?

"Master, how are you going to solve this problem?"

"Let the authorities step in, thoroughly investigate the evil forces, get rid of Sinchai, and give a warning to the Siamese royal family."

"Can it be done?"

"Nothing is impossible. It just depends on whether you have enough chips to exchange."

It is really outrageous to use Siam's currency crisis to exchange a gang leader.

"I see--Oh, that's right! Xin guessed it!"

"Dead?" The woman in black finally stopped being so sure and showed a slightly surprised expression: "How come I don't know? Who did it?"

Sinchai is not only a master, but also the king of the underground forces of Wat Phra Kaew - or Siam.

For a 'king' like this to exist, even his death should cause a big commotion.

Whether it was revenge by enemies or an official manhunt, how could he suddenly die?

She seemed to have thought of something, and showed a surprised expression: "Oh, that little guy?"

"Who?"

"Nothing, a girl who's good with a gun."

After hearing this, Ye Tianxin also remembered that senior sister, but she shook her head repeatedly.

"It wasn't her. Although she did do it - Master, how come you know everything - but it wasn't her."

"Who is that? A passerby?"

"Master, can you kick someone ten meters away with one kick?"

"of course can."

"The chest cavity collapsed due to the kick?"

"That's fine—you can do it yourself. What do you want to say?"

"Xinchai was kicked to death. His entire chest collapsed and all his bones were shattered. He ran over a distance of more than eleven meters and pierced through three brick walls and two shanties. The most important thing is that the last breath he had was dissipated after he died. I checked."

The woman in black blinked and put down her teacup: "Did you see who did it?"

"No, the sister who used the gun helped me before, but she obviously wanted to use hot weapons."

"It's the right choice. The best way to deal with a martial arts master is to use a gun. Don't use a pistol if you can use a rifle. Don't use a rifle if you can use a machine gun."

"But Xincai died just like that, gone in an instant. I've never seen such a way of exerting force before... Logically, he should have been shattered into pieces."

"Where is his body?"

"It has probably been buried, but I kept a few photos."

As a medical student, Ye Tianxin had no taboos about these things. Instead, he kept a lot of materials as research data.

The woman in black took the phone and looked through it for a while. The more she looked, the tighter her brows frowned: "This shouldn't be..."

"Isn't that right?"

"Of course not. If that's the case, this is no longer a martial arts skill. It's more like some kind of superpower, like the biological force field in the Superman comics. You're right. It should be shattered, or kicked through directly by this kick... Is this really a footprint? It's not a footprint-shaped warhead mounted on the front of a rocket?"

Ye Tianxin looked at his master sideways - do you want to hear what crazy things you said? Anti-Fighting Eagle, right? Fist Rocket?

The woman in black handed the phone back. "I know at least five people who can kick him to death, but not one can do it to this extent."

"You can't do it either? You are a grandmaster!"

"So what if you are a Grandmaster? Let's be realistic. Even if you are a Grandmaster, can you kill people without them being seen?"

Someone who had just walked into the Prime Minister's office without hesitation said this and handed his apprentice a piece of fruit.

"Grandmaster and Grandmaster are just rough divisions of realms. It's not like playing cards at a gambling table where whoever has the better cards wins. There are many different ways to hurt people. You'd better not be superstitious about these things. Have you forgotten how Zhenfan died?"