Chapter 63
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In the blink of an eye, it was night time. Li Yueru had fallen asleep. Lan Tingyun let Lan Enron and Lan Yanran go home to sleep.
Lan Enron looked at the clock. It was midnight. She changed into a set of night clothes and went out.
Near the black market, Fatso and a group of people were waiting for Lan Enron.
"Fatso, do you think boss will be able to get this one billion?"
The skinny guy leaned against the wall and asked.
"Of course. When has our boss ever failed?"
Fatso said firmly.
"But this Xiang Tian is a difficult guy to deal with. If boss wasn't smart last time, he would have been caught. This Xiang Tian is a cunning person. I think it's a bit dangerous this time."
The skinny guy's heart was beating fast. Those cases in the past were all small cases. This time was different.
"You guys still don't believe me?"
Lan Enron popped her head out and said.
"Yo! Boss, why didn't you make any sound when you walked? You scared us. "
The skinny guy turned around and said in surprise.
"Alright, stop joking. Have you told the old man?"
Lan Enron asked.
"Yes, the old man is probably waiting for us now."
Fatso replied calmly.
"Let's go!"
The group of people followed Lan Enron into Ghost City.
There were fewer people in Ghost City today. Lan Enron and the group entered smoothly.
"The old man is indeed waiting for us."
Lan Anran said with a smile.
The lights in the small house lit up. The old man with a white beard was sitting on a chair and drinking tea leisurely. He didn't put down his teacup even when he saw Lan Enron.
"Little girl, you're here. Have a seat."
The old man laughed in a low voice.
"This is the information fee."
Lan Enron didn't say anything and put a big bag of cash on the table.
The old man was very calm. He didn't even look at it and continued drinking his tea.
"I say, old man, what do you mean? Didn't we agree a few days ago that you would give me this money? Do you think it's too little?"
Fatso said angrily.
"Little girl, my information has a price. This time, you're asking for big news. Naturally, the price has to be increased. If you don't agree, please leave. I don't lack money."
The old man had the information in his hands, so he wasn't afraid of anyone. If she wasn't willing, then there was no need to talk about it. He didn't care anyway.
"Is this enough?"
Lan Enron took out another bank card.
She knew the rules of the black market. News and people were divided into different levels, so she had prepared a bank card just in case.
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