After not getting a response from her for a long time, Jiao Yang asked again.
"I'm at the restaurant, let's not talk anymore."
Mo Bei quickly typed out a line of reply, closed the laptop on her knees, and when she saw a Chinese restaurant on the roadside, she immediately ordered her men to stop the car and walked into the restaurant alone.
"What do you want to eat?" The young Chinese waiter came up and asked in English.
"A bowl of noodles." She replied in Chinese.
"Okay, I'll be here soon." The waiter also switched to Chinese, indicating that she would leave after a while.
On the other side of the computer, Jiao Yangkan closed his mailbox and looked at the web page. It was already closing time, and he immediately stood up from his chair.
"Thank you for your hard work. Now please go back and have a rest. Please arrive at the company on time before 12 noon tomorrow and we will continue."
The staff member sitting at the table immediately stood up, said goodbye to him and left the company. Jiao Yang carefully sorted out the data, raised his hand to rub his temples, and stood up from the chair.
After locking the door, he walked into the elevator and went downstairs. He sat in front of the computer all day and stared at the screen, watching the staff place orders. He had hardly eaten that day. He saw a restaurant not far away.
He walked over quickly.
As soon as he walked to the window, he saw a girl wearing only a white shirt sitting at the table eating noodles on the seat inside the window. Although it was just a side background, he recognized it as Mo Bei at a glance. He did not expect that
She actually came here to eat noodles.
He was startled, and when he saw her face raised, Jiao Yang hurriedly retreated into the shadows under the billboard not far away. He noticed a chair next to him and sat down.
She ate very well and seemed really hungry.
Seeing her eating, Jiao Yang was no longer hungry, he just watched her eating with enjoyment.
I can't eat with her, so it seems good to watch her eat like this.
After finishing the bowl of noodles with soup, Mo Bei stood up to pay the bill and walked out, sat in the car parked on the roadside waiting for her and left. From the beginning to the end, she did not notice Jiao Yang's presence.
Watching the taillights of her car disappear into the traffic, Jiao Yang stood up, walked in with his laptop, sat across from the seat she had just sat on, and said to the waiter who came over, "Here you go, a bowl of noodles."
The face is the same as that of the lady just now."
"Okay." The waiter said and was about to put away Mo Bei's empty bowl.
"Just leave it there." Jiao Yang stopped him, "Eating alone is a bit lonely."
The waiter glanced at him, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't touch the empty bowl.
After a while, the bowl was brought to the table. Jiao Yang inhaled the smell of the noodles and felt that it was really delicious.
While Jiao Yang was eating here with the empty bowl left by Mo Bei, Mo Wen had also welcomed his transaction partner in the warehouse in the suburbs. After the other party inspected the goods, he paid readily.
A total of US$10 million was obtained from this transaction. Although it was not much, it was still much faster than selling a house.
"The goods are good!" The other party did not leave immediately, but came forward and handed a cigarette to Mo Wen, "Do you have any heavy weapons?"
"What do you mean?" Mo Wen asked.
"For example, a large number of incendiary bombs." The other party's voice had a bit of a blood-thirsty flavor.
Mo Wen frowned slightly, of course Mo had these things, but they were not guns. If he shot him with a little manipulation, he could get rid of the accounts.
