The Favored Heiress
Chapter 588: Master Yan?

Chapter 588: Chapter 588: Master Yan?

Sang Yi reluctantly left the Border Factory with his bodyguard in tow.

Even after they had left the factory far behind, he kept looking back from the backseat.

Sister Qiao’s return to the border after three years would probably set off huge waves among the various factions.

...

Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the conference room was slightly tense.

Li San sat at the head of the table, with Nan Xin to his left, both of them giving Li Qiao a salute in unison.

Ah Chang was very composed, standing at the door and acting as an errand boy.

Luoyu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing ahead calmly, his expression indifferent but his eyes aimlessly wandering.

"Qiaoqiao, when did you meet Sang Yi?"

After all, he was not one to be soft-hearted, most accustomed to stabbing you during a friendly chat.

A master at betrayal.

Li Qiao leaned against the chair, pondered thoughtfully for a moment, "About five years ago."

Li San’s serious expression began to show cracks.

Five years ago, wasn’t that when Sang Yi first came to discuss buying parts?

He wanted to ask more, but Li Qiao didn’t give him the chance, explaining briefly and stating that a contract and agreement would be drafted as soon as possible.

Li San frowned, glancing at Nan Xin by his side, both sharing the same concern, "Sang Yi is only interested in profit, are you sure he won’t turn against us again?"

"He won’t." Li Qiao’s response was emphatic.

"Good, I’ll have someone prepare the contract immediately."

...

Time flew by, and the next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Nan Xin unexpectedly received an email proposing a partnership.

The content of the email was very formal, seeking to establish a long-term cooperation with the Border Factory and clearly stating that price was not an issue.

Signed: Mr. Wei

When Nan Xin relayed the contents of the email to Li San, he pondered for a moment, "Have you checked out the other party?"

"The email used anti-tracking encryption, and our information network can’t find his email address yet."

Li San lit a cigarette, looking at Nan Xin’s face, "What company are they from?"

"It’s a similar armament factory, claiming they want to jointly develop new parts. If we are willing to cooperate, their boss will personally come to discuss."

The situation was unusual, but fortune favors the bold.

Li San licked the corner of his mouth, deciding, "Set up a meeting and let’s see, schedule a time and notify everyone. Meanwhile, tell Ah Mu and the others to quietly get ready."

There had been past instances of cooperation visits ending in violence.

Now, amidst these troubled times, he had to be cautious.

...

While Nan Xin and Li San were busy with the factory’s affairs, Li Qiao drove alone to Scarlet City at one in the morning.

At three in the morning, at the same street food place and fried rice stall, she sat with a black fisherman’s hat and mask, a side-eye on the man next to her, her fingers rhythmically tapping on the table.

"You’re finally here."

Li Qiao pulled down the brim of her hat, hands outstretched, "Give it to me."

The man across from her was none other than the Flame Alliance leader, Bai Yan, who sold fried rice.

Upon hearing her, Bai Yan threw his head back and gulped down a few mouthfuls of beer, the liquid dripping down his chin onto the black tank top he wore. He then put down the bottle and asked, "How old am I this year?"

Li Qiao’s answer was exasperating, "Not quite forty."

Bai Yan: "..."

Grinding his teeth, he enunciated each word, "I’m twenty-nine this year."

"Indeed not yet forty, is there a problem?" Li Qiao raised an eyebrow in retort, standing her ground with confidence.

Bai Yan’s breath got caught in his chest, unable to go up or down.

After a long while, he wiped his face, quelling the urge to punch her.

Eventually, Bai Yan stood up and walked over to a nearby fried rice stall, rummaged through a cabinet for a while, and finally pulled out a golden folder and a palm-sized box, then tossed them to Li Qiao across the table, "Don’t lose the medal."

Li Qiao opened it to take a look, her red lips curling into a faint smile under the mask.

She closed the box, took the folder, and was ready to get up and leave, not even waiting for Bai Yan to speak to retain her, when she suddenly paused, "Give me a copy of the Flame Alliance’s industry directory."

Bai Yan was surprised but then showed delight, "I heard from M that you’re planning to venture into the financial sector?"

"That’s the idea." Li Qiao fondled the little box, her eyes exposed outside the mask black as ink, "The Flame Alliance has been too slow in its development over the years. Just give me the industry directory, don’t worry about the rest."

Bai Yan chuckled softly, "Alright then, should I summon everyone else back for you to meet?"

"No need." Li Qiao gazed intently at a spot, curling her lips, "Only you and Xi Luo in the Flame Alliance know me, I won’t see the others."

Bai Yan pouted his lips, muttering something to himself, but Li Qiao didn’t catch it clearly.

The two of them chatted briefly, and Li Qiao took her things and left Scarlet City.

Watching the taillights of the black SUV, Bai Yan squinted his cold eyes thoughtfully. What was the kid planning by suddenly asking for the British Imperial title and the Flame Alliance’s industry directory?

...

At six in the morning, Li Qiao returned to the Border Factory.

She hadn’t slept all night and walked into her dormitory, exhausted, and immediately fell asleep.

As noon approached, the atmosphere in the factory became particularly tense and serious.

Many of Li San’s men patrolled the area, constantly keeping an eye on the main gate.

At twelve-ten, three black business cars arrived at the factory’s entrance.

At this time, Li Qiao was still asleep.

Today, Mr. Wei, who had reached out for cooperation, was coming in person.

In the reception hall, Li San, with ten of his men, prepared for a confrontation, while Nan Xin stood outside waiting.

The other party’s origins were unclear, and the timing of the cooperation talks was so peculiar that no one actually believed such good fortune would fall from the sky.

If the visitors were up to no good, they wouldn’t be leaving the factory today.

Soon, the three cars stopped in front of the reception hall under the guidance of road guards.

Nan Xin, with a courteous smile on her face, watched the automatic doors gradually open and stepped forward to greet them when she saw a man about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old stepping out from inside, bending his body.

She tentatively called out, "Mr. Wei?"

The man stood sideways at the door and nodded to her with a smile, "Hello, Miss Nan."

Nan Xin instantly became wary: "???"

She hadn’t introduced herself yet, and this person already knew her name; it seemed he had done his homework.

Nan Xin suppressed the guard in her mind, ready to shake hands and exchange pleasantries, but Mr. Wei bowed slightly to someone inside the car and said directly, "Second Hall Master, we’ve arrived."

Second Hall Master?

Nan Xin shifted her stance slightly and glanced into the car.

She saw a tall, black figure step down with his head bowed. When he straightened up, that handsome and familiar face made Nan Xin’s mind race with super-sized question marks.

It was not until the man approached her that Nan Xin regained her voice, asking mechanically, "Master Yan?"

Why was Master Yan here?

Wasn’t it Mr. Wei who was discussing the cooperation?

What was this about, and did Qiaoqiao know?

At that moment, Shang Yu looked at Nan Xin with a stern face and a slight curve of his lips, elegant and captivating.

As for Mr. Wei, he was none other than the head of Parma Armament Factory, Sang Yi from the Second Hall.