Official Career Storm

It's the same man from yesterday.

Probably because he got beaten by Song Guanchao last night, he stopped three meters away, keeping a safe distance from Song Guanchao.

The man lit a cigarette, steadied his nerves, and deliberately lowered his voice: "How much do you need?"

Song Guanchao said: "Start with 100 grams."

"How much?"

The man's forced calm broke instantly.

100 grams?

This guy, does he really have that much money?

Song Guanchao, looking impatient, said: "Stop bullshitting and hurry up."

"I... I don't have that much." The man was completely overwhelmed by his presence.

"You don't?"

Song Guanchao's anger flared instantly, closing the three-meter distance with two steps, grabbing the man's collar.

The massive strength nearly lifted him off his feet.

The man was alarmed and quickly said: "Let's talk this out, don't use violence!"

"Damn you, are you wasting my time?"

"No, I, I..."

The man stammered for ages before completing his sentence: "I didn't know you'd want this much, you didn't say over the phone."

"So, it's my fault now?"

"You're the seller, and you're not prepared, and it's my problem?"

"That's not what I meant..." The man almost broke down crying, feeling Song Guanchao was being unreasonable.

"Ma Legebi."

Spitting thick phlegm, Song Guanchao released him and kicked him in the stomach.

The man, kicked to his knees while clutching his stomach, felt incredibly aggrieved.

Chen Yirou watched and felt a bit speechless.

Clearly, the seller, yet so humble.

Whereas Song Guanchao, the buyer, was overly arrogant.

"Don't let me see you around here again, or I'll beat you every time I see you."

Song Guanchao pointed at him, threw out this threatening statement, turned around, and hugged Chen Yirou as they left.

He wondered if it was his imagination, but Chen Yirou seemed unusually cooperative today, her soft body sticking close, her full chest pressing against his arm.

"Boss, wait, hold on."

The man clutched his stomach as he stood up, calling out to Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao stopped and turned his head: "If you have something to say, say it."

The man knew the guy before him had a fiery temper and certainly held some status out there.

After all, normal people wouldn't dare disrespect him, the seller, let alone resort to violence.

But Song Guanchao acted without hesitation, typical of someone used to swaggering in authority, and he needed to be careful not to offend him.

"Boss, the amount you want is too much, none of us can handle that. But if you're certain, I can help you get the supply."

This statement seemed to pique Song Guanchao's interest; he turned around and asked: "How long until you can get it?"

The man said: "I'll call right now to check."

"Alright, make your call." Song Guanchao, with one arm around her waist, took out a cigarette box with his other hand, flicking out a cigarette.

Chen Yirou's waist was as soft as her name, her body emitting a slight fragrance.

She seemed accustomed to the contact, showing no resistance.

The man walked aside to make calls for over ten minutes before coming over.

He said excitedly: "Boss, your goods are on the way, let's go wait by the roadside."

"Okay." Song Guanchao hugged Chen Yirou and left the small woods, stepping out of the greenbelt, and stood by the roadside.

Under the streetlight, the man cautiously eyed this individual.

He didn't look very old, probably a wealthy second-generation.

He glanced at the woman in Song Guanchao's arms, feeling a bit envious.

"Honey, he's staring at me."

Suddenly, Chen Yirou said.

The man was stunned, then his lips spasmed uncontrollably, damn it!

What's wrong with this woman?

Song Guanchao also froze; what's wrong with her, why act up now?

But since she said it, Song Guanchao naturally had to act.

His face darkened, staring at the man: "Which eye did you use?"

"..." The man shivered in fear, thinking he'll gouge out my eyes?

"Boss, I didn't look, I swear."

"Didn't look? So what, my woman isn't attractive?"

"I..." The man was about to cry.

These two are both crazy.

Must've overdone it, brains are fried.

"Alright, honey, let's not bother with him."

Chen Yirou hugged him, said.

The man felt more convinced, this woman's brain was definitely fried.

Song Guanchao felt a bit speechless, realizing the woman was a bit neurotic.

But with an out, he wouldn't let things stay uncomfortable.

They waited for about half an hour until a car pulled up, stopping.

A woman around twenty-seven or twenty-eight stepped out from the car.

She was wearing a black, red-flowered qipao with a high slit, looking very bold.

Her legs under the slit were slender calves, and plump thighs, a perfect goblet shape.

The waistline of the qipao was thin, her chest ample and heavy like ripe fruit.

Looking up, her face stunned Song Guanchao.

Such a beautiful woman!

She carried a handbag, walking in high heels, taking out a bag filled with white powder from the handbag, throwing it at the man.

The man carefully caught it in a hurry, scared out of his wits.

This was tens of thousands worth of goods, if dropped, it's wasted.

Yet he dared not blame her, wiping his sweat, he walked toward Song Guanchao: "Boss, here's your goods."

Song Guanchao took it, weighed it, and asked: "How much is this?"

The woman, chewing gum, casually said: "100 grams."

Then tossed over a scale.

Song Guanchao weighed it, indeed it was 100 grams.

"How much?"

"200,000."

"That's a bit steep."

Song Guanchao said: "150,000."

These things don't have a fixed price, in second or third-tier cities, maybe just five or six hundred per gram, in big city capitals, starting at a thousand.

The more you want, the higher the price.

If monopolized, it's astronomical.

Hearing Song Guanchao bargaining, the woman glanced at the man, blew a bubble.

Pop.

The bubble burst, she squinted, eyes flickering with danger: "200,000, give me the cash now."

The man also said: "Boss, that's the market price."

Song Guanchao chuckled, said: "Alright, 200,000 it is, but he didn't say he needed cash upfront, only transfer is possible."

The woman's smile faded completely, she walked up close in her high heels, snatched the goods back, heading for the car without looking back.

Clearly, the deal fell through.

"Stop!"

Song Guanchao's face sank, blocking the woman.

The woman raised an eyebrow, fearless: "You dare stop me?"

Song Guanchao pointed at the man: "He didn't say cash above everything beforehand, and now you're claiming no deal? Are you playing me?"

The woman looked at the man: "Didn't make the rule clear?"

The man's face went pale: "I, I... I assumed he'd know."

The woman's eyes turned cold, but she said nothing.

She looked at Song Guanchao: "His fault, I'll report it. But rules are rules, you want goods, cash only."