Late at night, Le Zhengsheng was still working overtime.
The desk was piled with coffee, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.
Liao Jingqing couldn't stand it any longer and advised, "Director, smoke less."
"Hmm." Le Zhengsheng nodded and replied.
But as he raised his hand, he pulled another cigarette from the pack and lit it.
Liao Jingqing: "..."
"How is it?" Le Zhengsheng took a few deep puffs, furrowing his brow.
"We've intercepted... the transaction location." Liao Jingqing frowned, "Ling Yu said he'll go himself."
Le Zhengsheng paused, then chuckled, "This Young Master Ling, he thinks too little of the Ling Family! A young master who has never managed the Ling Family's business assumes the forces behind them are easy to deceive?"
"Indeed." Liao Jingqing nodded, "Let's wait and see, this Ling Yu... is bound to suffer."
Le Zhengsheng nodded slightly, "Get ready, we'll be heading out too."
"Yes."
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