The woman was adamant: without cash, don't even think about taking the goods.

Yet she didn't know that Song Guanchao deliberately didn't bring cash, intending to entangle with her further.

He intentionally kept a gloomy face and remained silent; the woman took the goods, got in the car, and drove away.

After the woman left, Song Guanchao walked toward the man, who stepped back in fear that Song Guanchao might lash out at him.

Instead of striking, Song Guanchao took out a cigarette and tossed him one, casually asking, "Is that chick your boss?"

The man took the cigarette, stepped back half a step, nodded, then shook his head: "She's Sister Qing, Chairman Tan's secretary."

Although he wasn't clear about who Chairman Tan was, it was obvious that the woman's status was quite unusual.

After smoking, Song Guanchao said, "I'll have the money ready tomorrow, set up a meeting with that Sister Qing for me."

"Okay, okay, boss, just call me tomorrow."

"Hmm."

Song Guanchao, arm around Chen Yirou, turned and walked away.

However, before he took two steps, the man's phone rang suddenly.

"Hello... I see."

The man hung up and said, "Boss, hold on a second."

Song Guanchao stopped, turned his head, and asked, "What's up?"

"Sister Qing wants to see you."

"Sister Qing?"

"Yes, she's coming back soon, just wait."

Song Guanchao had a slight murmur in his heart, what does Sister Qing want with him?

Their only interaction was the few words exchanged earlier.

Could it be that Sister Qing sensed something wrong?

He slapped Chen Yirou on the butt, "You go back first."

Chen Yirou also sensed the oddity, her intuition telling her that Sister Qing suddenly coming back to see Song Guanchao couldn't be anything good.

Song Guanchao sending her away clearly indicated concern that something might happen soon and he wouldn't be able to watch out for her.

She hesitated internally but finally nodded in agreement.

Shortly after Chen Yirou left, Sister Qing drove back.

As soon as she got out of the car, Song Guanchao sensed the cold hostility in her gaze directed at him.

Her pretty face was ice-cold; as she approached, she reached into her bag, seemingly to take something out.

A surge of crisis overwhelmed him; her hand was prepared to draw out something from the bag, and Song Guanchao also saw what she was retrieving.

A gun!

This woman indeed sensed something off!

It seemed that after leaving, she must have checked up on his identity.

Song Guanchao sighed internally; the worst had happened.

A client like himself suddenly asking for a hundred grams without cash evidently aroused the other's suspicion.

Just as Sister Qing raised the gun, Song Guanchao charged forward, seizing her gun at lightning speed and pinning her arms behind her.

Her sexy figure was bent over under Song Guanchao's pressure.

"Sister Qing, what's the meaning of this?" Song Guanchao tucked the gun at his back, asked with a sly smile.

He originally planned to subtly inquire about the answers he wanted next time, but since the other party already sensed something, he couldn't wait.

Todfay, he decided to ask directly!

Since it's escalated to this, he didn't mind pushing further.

"Hand over the goods!" Sister Qing painstakingly raised her head, eyes full of anger.

This left Song Guanchao dumbfounded: "What goods?"

"Stop pretending!"

Sister Qing raged: "You dare touch Chairman Tan's goods; do you have a death wish?"

Song Guanchao furrowed his brows, released her arms: "I don't understand what you're saying."

Sister Qing rubbed her sore twisted arms, gaze still cold: "I'm asking you one last time, are you handing it over or not!"

Song Guanchao roughly understood: "Your goods were stolen?"

"You're still pretending!"

"Let's be reasonable in conversation."

Song Guanchao pointed at the stunned man: "Ask him; wasn't I here the whole time?"

Sister Qing sneered: "You've planned ahead, don't think I can't see through it?"

"...I'm speechless at this. You're determined to pin this on me, then I have nothing to say."

"Pin it on you?" Sister Qing snorted, looked at the man: "How many times has he bought from you?"

"O-one time."

"When did he buy?"

"The day before yesterday."

"Bought the day before yesterday, today is the second time, asking for a hundred grams the second time."

Sister Qing's gaze grew fiercer: "Asking for so much, shows you're no newbie not knowing anything. Since you know, you should understand such a deal requires cash, but you didn't prepare it and instead blamed my people!"

"You think I can't see there's something wrong with you?"

Song Guanchao was rendered speechless.

He already knew what was happening.

After Sister Qing left earlier, she must have parked somewhere; when she got back in, she found the goods gone.

In such a situation, she only had one suspect--Song Guanchao.

If he were in her place, he'd suspect the same.

After all, few people knew she had so much goods in the car, you could count them on one hand.

Then Sister Qing, upon reflecting on the previous transactions, saw Song Guanchao asking for so much at once, without cash, heightening suspicion.

An analysis so thorough, Song Guanchao felt as though he was the thief.

Damn this…

He's in a tight spot, there's no way to explain.

"I'll give you one last chance: are you handing it over or not!"

Sister Qing's cold gaze was filled with anger.

Song Guanchao shook his head, repeating: "I said, it's not related to me."

"You're asking for death!"

Sister Qing pulled out her phone, dialed a number.

Song Guanchao didn't stop her.

The call connected quickly: "Chairman Tan, the goods were stolen..."

Indeed the call was to Chairman Tan.

At this moment, Sister Qing suddenly extended the phone to him.

Song Guanchao was a bit taken aback; does this Chairman Tan want to speak with him?

He took it, "Hello."

Immediately, a pleasant female voice echoed: "What can I call you, sir?"

"My surname is Song."

"Mr. Song, everyone makes mistakes, I can offer you a chance. Return the goods now, I'll overlook this."

"Chairman Tan, your goods were not taken by me."

"Shen Qing has briefed me; you're the prime suspect."

"Yes, my suspicion is indeed great, but pinning unsubstantiated things on me isn't quite right, is it?"

Song Guanchao said: "And whether the goods are missing is solely based on Shen Qing's word. By your staff's logic, I could say my money was stolen, could I ask you to compensate?"

Chairman Tan chuckled: "Mr. Song is quite eloquent."

"Chairman Tan, I'm a reasonable man..."

Chairman Tan interrupted: "No need to discuss this, Mr. Song. Hand over the goods, or pay 200,000."

Given Song Guanchao's temper, encountering someone unreasonable, he'd simply start cursing.

But suddenly he realized this might be a rare opportunity.

"Chairman Tan, I have a proposal, would you listen?"

"Go ahead."

"What if I help you recover the goods?"

"You can find them?"

"I can try."

"I don't have time to waste with you."

"Seven days," Song Guanchao said, "Within seven days, I'll help you retrieve the goods. If I can't, I'll cover the 200,000. If I find them, proving it wasn't me who took them, what do you say, Chairman Tan?"

Chairman Tan said: "If it's not you who took them, I'll host a banquet to apologize."

This was exactly what Song Guanchao had been waiting for: "Deal!"

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