The Favored Heiress
Chapter 587: Sister Qiao, Is That You?!

Chapter 587: Chapter 587: Sister Qiao, Is That You?!

Mr. Sang suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gold chain swaying on his chest, "You, wait."

This man, named Sang Yi, was a long-term active boss of the 201 Mixed Group at the Myanmar Border Crossing.

In short, it’s the story of a bandit leader who, with the help of a mysterious benefactor, transformed into a corporate CEO overnight.

His face was dark, his features ordinary, dressed in a tacky Floral Shirt, his hair slicked back with a thick layer of pomade, and a Maitreya Buddha hanging from the gold chain on his chest.

At this moment, Li Qiao heard the voice but didn’t bother with him, continuing her steps up the stairs.

Without a second thought, Sang Yi crossed his leg and chased after her. His bodyguard was confused, and even Nan Xin, who followed close behind, was startled.

Sang Yi was crafty and calculated; even though he had cooperated with the Border Factory for many years, no one could ever fathom his true motives.

It was said that he was a small-time thug from the Poor People’s Kiln who later earned a fortune and established a company, filling his coffers in just a few years.

He seemed to have someone backing him, but no one knew exactly who.

At this time, with a few strides, Sang Yi reached the top of the stairs and just as he extended his hand towards Li Qiao, Ah Chang and Luoyu intercepted him with caution.

Then—

"Sister! Is it you?"

Nan Xin: "??"

What are you, a man in your thirties, doing calling anyone ’Sister’?

Sang Yi’s exclamation drew Li San’s attention.

That afternoon, Sang Yi was scheduled to renegotiate a partnership and, learning of this, Li San couldn’t be bothered with him and had arranged for Nan Xin to discuss the matter.

At this time, the hallway wasn’t too crowded, and everyone stared at Sang Yi in disbelief, including the bodyguard behind him.

After all, it was rare to see such a fawning side to a cunning, smiley tiger.

Li San, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, marched with a fierce gait to the central staircase, frowning as he looked at the people on the stairs, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "Sang Yi, what do you want to do?"

Sang Yi acted as if he hadn’t heard.

Even though Ah Chang and Luoyu blocked his path, he still paced in place, calling out to Li Qiao’s retreating figure, "Sister, Sister Qiao, it’s me, Little Yi."

Li San felt an urge to pull out his gun and blast him.

You shameless bastard, still ’Little Yi’?

Li Qiao was forced to stop, she looked up at the ceiling, then emotionlessly turned around to face Sang Yi from one step higher.

The latter, both shocked and joyous, "Sister, you’re finally back..."

"Let’s talk outside."

Li Qiao interrupted Sang Yi’s sentimentality with her words, giving him a cold glance and then motioning for Luoyu and the other to move aside, proceeding to walk down the stairs without a word.

Sang Yi deliberately followed two steps behind, rubbing his hands and scurrying after her.

Li San: "??"

With a puzzled face, he asked Li Qiao in a low voice, "Qiaoqiao, you know him?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips, "I know him."

Five years ago, he harassed her in the Poor People’s Kiln and ended up getting beaten up by her, which led to what he was now.

Admittedly, Sang Yi wasn’t a bad guy, and he even had some business acumen. His 201 Mixed Group was something she had invested in and helped create the cooperative channels.

Hearing the conversation between Li San and Li Qiao, Sang Yi looked around in confusion, utterly bewildered, "Sister Qiao, do you know Li San?"

Li Qiao, knowing she couldn’t hide it anymore, frankly admitted, "He’s my older brother."

Sang Yi: "..."

Is it still timely for him to commit ritual suicide on the spot?

No one fucking told him that Li San from the border was Sister Qiao’s elder brother?

So, when he had declined Li San’s order to court Huoli Factory’s favor recently, had he not been courting disaster?

Mr. Sang was on the verge of tears, unable to smile anymore.

In a flash, the two left the office building, leaving behind a crowd of dumbfounded men and women in the corridor.

After so many years, was it really unknown that Mr. Sang knew Li Qiao?

Now that he thought about it, it made sense.

Mr. Sang had come from Poor People’s Kiln, and Li Qiao had once held a very high status there.

Outside the building, Mr. Sang hung his head in an ashen-faced defeat, like a giant baby waiting to be scolded for his mistakes.

Li Qiao sized him up for a moment, her tone neither cold nor warm, "Finished talking?"

Mr. Sang nodded obediently, "Yes, Sister Qiao, it was my oversight. I really didn’t know the factory was related to you, I..."

"What benefits did Huoli Factory offer you?"

Li Qiao didn’t dwell on his act of canceling the order; instead, she sharply changed the subject.

At this, Mr. Sang sighed, his expression turning several degrees more serious, "The person in charge of Huoli Factory cut the unit price of each component by ten percent and guaranteed that, as long as we worked with them, they would never raise the price."

Li Qiao gave a faint smile, "Is this your first day doing business, believing in such guarantees?"

Mr. Sang looked up at Li Qiao, pursing his lips as he sought to save face, "It’s not without proof; we signed an agreement."

"Duration of the agreement?"

Mr. Sang thought hard, "Seems like three years. After it expires, we’ll renew it."

Li Qiao turned her face away to look into the distance, her smile cooling slightly, "What if they don’t renew the agreement with you in three years?"

The approach of Huoli Factory was quite adept at winning hearts.

Selling parts at a low price, coupled with a perpetual non-price-gouging agreement, easily lured away so many of the Border Factory’s partners.

Li Qiao could even foresee two possible outcomes in three years’ time.

If Li San’s Border Factory couldn’t continue, then Huoli Factory would be the only big player left. There would be no chance of signing any agreement because people like Mr. Sang would have no other options.

Another possibility was that the Border Factory would maintain operations, and Huoli Factory would continue renewing the price protection agreement with them, until... Li San’s factory was completely out of the picture.

Li Qiao’s expression grew ever colder, and Mr. Sang felt increasingly frightened.

"Sister Qiao, this..."

He had never thought so far ahead. Businessmen value profit most, and who could blame him when Huoli Factory’s conditions were so tempting?

Mr. Sang was very afraid of upsetting Sister Qiao. Five years ago, she had beaten him up, and it took him half a month to recover.

Now, after several years, wouldn’t her ability have grown even stronger?

If she beat him up again, would he still be alive?

It wasn’t long before Li Qiao collected herself and looked up at Mr. Sang, "I’ll have someone draft a lifetime agreement and a price protection list for the Border Factory parts. The unit price for the parts provided to you by the Border Factory will also be reduced by ten percent. If Huoli Factory gives you trouble, call this person, and he will help you out."

As she spoke, Li Qiao sent a text message to Mr. Sang’s phone; the phone number seemed to be from Scarlet City.

Mr. Sang looked twice and asked suspiciously, "Who is this...?"

"His name is Tu, backed by the Flame Alliance."

Mr. Sang inhaled sharply, murmuring to himself, "A Flame Alliance big shot, huh. Sister Qiao, you even know people from the Flame Alliance?"

Li Qiao did not answer his question and instead lifted her chin towards the three Hummer vehicles, "You can go back. Don’t spread the word about my affairs at the border."

"Huh?" Mr. Sang got a bit emotional, "So many people at Poor People’s Kiln are waiting for you. Aren’t you going to visit?"

Li Qiao turned to head back into the office building, her words floating back, "Next time."