60: Intelligence Club

The voice from the earpiece was still lazy, as if such a small matter was completely insignificant.

But to Lan Zijun's ears, it was like a sudden thunderclap!

She wasn't lying; in her opinion, taking the money from her office was an almost impossible challenge.

There was no need to even mention security personnel or surveillance cameras.

There were ways to deal with those things, but the sheer weight of the money alone was enough to make anyone who had ideas about that money sigh in despair.

Lan Zijun had heard that in ancient times, there was no surveillance, and security theories and equipment were far less developed than in modern times, but theft of gold and silver rarely occurred in ancient silver vaults.

This was because the ancients used a very simple but extremely effective method.

They cast gold and silver into large spheres weighing five hundred or even a thousand catties, calling these spheres "No Choice," meaning that even if this large sphere was placed directly in front of you, you would have no choice and would be completely unable to take it away.

Often, simple is effective. The wisdom of the ancients has been passed down for thousands of years, all the way to modern times, and naturally has its merits.

In Lan Zijun's opinion, the forty million in cash she had prepared was the same principle as the thousand-catty silver spheres cast by the ancients.

There were a total of four boxes, each weighing one hundred and thirty kilograms, with a total weight of five hundred kilograms. How could you take this weight away?

Unless every person in the company, from security guards to employees, was blind and deaf, allowing you to move it trip after trip, or you directly brought a forklift to fork it away!

Are everyone in the company blind and deaf?

Of course not.

The problem is, the other party just took it, and so lightly, clearly in his opinion, this matter had no difficulty, it was simply not worth mentioning!

And here she, Lan Zijun, was confidently talking about a challenge, asking if the other party dared to come.

This was a joke.

No wonder the other party would so flippantly say, "Lan Zijun, you are not being good," because it was obvious that in the other party's eyes, she was as naive as a child, completely being played in the palm of his hand!

"President Lan, should we have Mr. Jiang and them go confirm?" Yang Qingmei asked softly from the side.

To be honest, her heart was also in turmoil at this moment; in her opinion, taking that money from Lan Zijun's office was something only an immortal could do.

Yang Qingmei's voice woke the shocked Lan Zijun. She subconsciously glanced at Yang Qingmei, took a deep breath, and tried hard to calm herself down.

"No need," she shook her head. "He doesn't need to lie."

"Okay," she pressed the talk button on the earpiece again. "Your power truly shocks me. I originally thought I had understood your strength as much as possible, but now it seems..."

She said self-mockingly, "I still underestimated you a bit."

"However, even so, I still want to propose my request!" she said directly.

"Tell me about it," the voice in the earpiece said noncommittally.

"I want to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with you and the organization behind you!"

Lan Zijun spoke seriously, "A relatively more equal cooperative relationship. I hope to obtain the information I want from you!"

"Instead of you using the various pieces of private information you have to press me step by step, forcing me to passively accept!" she gritted her teeth tightly.

"Of course, since it's a cooperative relationship, we obviously need a channel for mutual communication," she added.

"Given your speed and cooperation in payment, I must admit that you are indeed a very excellent customer," the slightly hoarse voice calmly came from the earpiece. "Therefore, I will seriously consider your opinion."

Actually, Lan Zijun didn't need to request it; this was already Su Yue's plan.

He wanted to establish an intelligence club, inviting his clients to join, which would make it more convenient for him to sell information and collect payment.

Of course, he could also accept tasks related to intelligence investigation.

But establishing such an intelligence club required a certain foundation and guarantee, otherwise, it would be easily taken down...

And Su Yue already had ideas and plans, so the club would soon become a reality.

"Wait for my next message."

As Su Yue's last words fell, the communication was cut off, and the earpiece returned to silence. The corner of Lan Zijun's eye twitched slightly.

She didn't know if the other party was intentional or unintentional, but she always felt that the other party seemed to be mocking something.

She was indeed quick in payment; after all, as a businesswoman, Lan Zijun had always prioritized integrity.

But the word "cooperation" was hard to say.

However, this detail was not important!

A sharp glint appeared in Lan Zijun's eyes.

Using the Qian Boda incident to expand her business territory into Qians Group and gain actual control of Lans Group, Lan Zijun had now ushered in an excellent opportunity for development!

Of course, business is like this; opportunity itself is linked to crisis.

Lan Zijun's sudden rise naturally meant that the inherent pattern of Lan's and Qian's was broken, with some people rising, some people's interests being damaged, and some people being eliminated.

At this time, if there was an efficient and accurate source of information, it would naturally help Lan Zijun get through this turbulent period, and also allow Lan Zijun to use this opportunity to change the previous situation of chaotic equity and independent governance in Lans Group, allowing Lans Group to be revitalized and become a true giant!

This was Lan Zijun's dream; she had never been satisfied with being one of the top 500 companies in the country!

And cooperation with Abyss could make her dream have a chance to become a reality!

Now that Abyss had agreed, there was hope, which made Lan Zijun both excited and expectant...

"President Lan, what should we do now?" Yang Qingmei's voice once again woke Lan Zijun from her contemplation.

Lan Zijun came back to her senses. She regained her initial calm expression and glanced indifferently at Yang Qingmei: "Cold salad!"

Rarely making a not-so-funny joke, Lan Zijun continued, "Notify Jiang Zhehao and tell him that the matter has been concluded and to lift the company's lockdown."

"Remember to remind him," her tone was cold, clearly still resentful about certain things, "to remove all the hidden cameras in my office, don't miss a single one!"

"Also, tell him that his professional skills should be upgraded."

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