I snagged a bargain in a melodramatic novel and became incredibly wealthy!

Shen He held a wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and had a relaxed and lazy expression. He didn't seem to be discussing business, but rather as relaxed and at ease as if he were at home.

Wei Yan's cold gaze swept over Mu Bai, who was sitting next to him.

Two bodyguards pressed down on Mu Bai's shoulders, making it difficult for him to move, and he was forced to sit next to Wei Yan.

Mu Bai's clear eyes flashed with anger as he struggled to shout, "Aren't you afraid of making my sister angry?"

Shen He didn't answer his question. Instead, he looked at Wei Yan, who was sitting motionless on the sofa, and smiled kindly, saying, "This is... the gift I prepared for you?"

Wei Yan paused, then reached out and embraced Mu Bai, who was still pretending to struggle, with a faint smile: "No, it suits my taste perfectly. It's kind of you to go to so much trouble."

Seeing the result he wanted, Shen He smiled with satisfaction, but his eyes held a warning as he stared at Mu Bai: "You're helping your sister, so don't disappoint her."

Just as Mu Bai was about to speak, a strange feeling arose in her body. She froze and obediently let Wei Yan put her arm around her shoulder.

This coincided with her thoughts, but it should be something she was in control of, not this feeling of being out of control.

Wei Yan noticed Mu Bai's stiffness but didn't think much of it; perhaps he wasn't used to being held.

"This product is really popular, why don't you reconsider?"

"I don't know what you're going to use the defective goods for, but I doubt you'll make much money from them."

Shen He got down to business and asked Wei Yan again.

Wei Yan walked past the people in the hospital, her brow furrowed, her tone cold: "No need, defective products make far more money than yours."

Those people are still young. If they are rescued in time, their future will be far more valuable than the current mission.

He didn't believe Shen He would allow him to sell defective goods while helping him sell other products.

After all, drug trafficking requires focusing all your energy, otherwise you'll be caught if you leave even the slightest clue.

The anti-drug efforts on land are exceptionally strong, making it impossible for drug traffickers to engage in other businesses while selling drugs.

Shen He is capable because the author gave him a power boost.

Shen He was genuinely curious; what could be more profitable than his product? "What are you going to use it for that could make more money than this?"

Wei Yan didn't tell him, but urged him, "Asking too much will ruin the fun."

"I'll take all the defective goods here. Name your price."

Shen He: "So urgent?"

Wei Yan said coldly, "You've wasted too much time. In business, time is money."

“That’s true.” Shen He nodded and stated the price, “100,000 per piece.”

A cold glint flashed in Wei Yan's eyes as he calmly said, "Aren't you asking for too much?"

"How could that be? You know, those defective products, if disassembled and sold, would make a lot more money than my quoted price," Shen He explained with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yan's thin lips curled slightly: "So you think I'd believe you'd sell it to me without making a profit?"

Defective goods are called defective because their organs are not suitable for transplantation.

Humans have five internal organs: ears, nose, mouth, tongue, skin, and blood. These are all like money, but defective products render these useless.

They were either beaten so badly that their internal organs were damaged, or they were forcibly injected with drugs, ruining their bodies and rendering them worthless.

This is also why Shen He asked Wei Yan earlier if defective products were more profitable than his own product.

He naturally wouldn't be swayed by Shen He's few words to determine this exorbitant price.

You should know that the price wasn't this last time.

"There's no point in doing business like this. The price wasn't this high last time."

Wei Yan's tone was not one of questioning, but rather a slow, deliberate statement.

Shen He put down his empty wine glass and apologized without much remorse: "Ah, sorry, I forgot."

"You know, with so much business, it's easy to forget."

Wei Yan asked, "So?"

Shen He didn't haggle over the price. The outrageous price he just paid was just one last test. After all, he was retiring from the business and couldn't afford to be careless.

The slightest mistake could lead to total defeat.

"Ten thousand yuan per piece, that's the bottom line."

Shen He still has about 800 defective goods left, worth more than 8 million yuan, which is not a small amount but not a large amount either.

"How many?" Wei Yan asked.

“837 items,” Shen He replied.

This answer sent a chill down Wei Yan's spine, spreading from her feet throughout her body.

He dared not think that if he became greedy and wanted clues about the goods, these people would most likely not be sold to him, but would be secretly dealt with by Shen He.

The number of people rescued in the last transaction was already astonishing, nearly three hundred people. I didn't expect that he would still have more than eight hundred people here.

Moreover, Shen He, this cunning drug dealer, must have intact hostages in his hands; those hostages are his last trump card.

He was also the last group of people he killed after retiring from the criminal life. That's how it was written in those melodramatic novels I used to read.

Cai Yi will find those people; after all, as a civil servant, she understands that the lives of the people are more important than the current mission.

The siren used by police when responding to a call serves the same purpose: to warn those with malicious intent, to clearly demonstrate the serious consequences of their actions, and to prevent them from taking irreversible steps.

On the other hand, it is to remind the victim that the police are nearby and justice is coming, so as to delay as much time as possible and wait for their rescue, rather than provoking the criminals or despairing and wanting to die.

When it comes to apprehending criminals and rescuing hostages, rescuing hostages is always the first choice.

Therefore, Shen He's trump card is definitely useless.

Thinking of this, Wei Yan looked at Shen He and said coldly, "Fine, but I'm taking the defective goods with me today."

"The boss is waiting."

The longer it goes on, the more trouble there will be. He hopes to rescue these people as soon as possible; leaving them on this island is too dangerous.

"Row."

Shen He agreed.

Wei Yan helped Mu Bai to his feet: "I really like this gift. Thank you."

After seeing Wei Yan off, Shen He didn't go to Xiao's side immediately. Instead, he arranged for his subordinates to prepare the defective goods and complete the transaction.

He sat in the chair, looking at the sea view outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and chuckled: "The scenery is as beautiful as ever."

He was tired of being trapped on this island year after year, but he was about to return to the mainland, to return to the mainland with a clean record.

He will live in the sunlight without any worries, and may even have a wife and children.

Therefore... Xiao must be eliminated; he knows too much.

Whether the bullet was his or not is not important. What is important is that he must die on this island, carrying his sins and taking his place.

Shen He took a cigar from the drawer, lit it, and his expression was unreadable as he exhaled smoke.

He stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray after it had burned down to the bottom, then stood in front of the full-length mirror, stretched his neck, and straightened his collar.

After he finished tidying up, he pushed open the door and headed towards the room where Xiao was to be arranged.