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After packing up, Jiang Li sat on the sofa, rubbed her sore lower back, and looked up at the clock to realize it was already noon.

The hunger I hadn't noticed before was now starting to rumble in my stomach.

"Brother Mo, how about we have chicken hot pot for lunch today?"

"Would you like to eat out or at home?" Ye Jingmo's deep eyes held a smile as he awaited Jiang Li's answer.

"Of course we have to eat at home, this is your specialty, Brother Mo."

Jiang Li answered without hesitation that Ye Jingmo's grandmother was from Province C and knew how to make her own chili sauce, which was absolutely delicious when paired with chicken pot.

Ye Jingmo learned how to make chili sauce from his grandmother when he was young. Because Jiang Li liked to eat it, he would make a new one and put it in the refrigerator after each meal.

"Okay, I'll make it for you."

Ye Jingmo first went back to his own home to get the chili sauce, then took the chicken out of the refrigerator and chopped it into small pieces.

Jiang Li rinsed rice and put it into the rice cooker, and also washed five heads of lettuce.

As the stove flames ignited, a strong aroma of chili peppers mixed with the fragrance of chicken filled the kitchen.

The reddish-brown, glistening chicken stew was ready, and Jiang Li, smelling the aroma, made a bold statement.

"I could definitely eat three bowls of rice with this chicken hot pot."

"It's shameless to talk big."

Ye Jingmo, wearing a pink and white apron, went out and placed the plate on the table.

Upon hearing Jiang Li's words, he didn't hold back in his criticism.

Pudding curiously sniffed the smell, trembling for half a minute before letting out an "Achoo!"

It quickly hid in its doghouse and stuffed its nose inside.

"Spicy~ Ah ha~ Water" The first taste is the spicy aroma of chili peppers, followed by the numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns. The chicken pieces have crispy skin and tender meat.

Jiang Li stuck out her tongue while constantly picking up pieces of chicken with her chopsticks.

Ye Jingmo handed the yogurt he had prepared to Jiang Li. She couldn't eat spicy food but really liked it; she was really bad at cooking but had a huge addiction.

After finishing their lunch, the two began discussing their plans for the future.

"After we get the cigarettes and liquor tonight, we'll fly to the Middle East," Ye Jingmo said, looking up at Jiang Li.

Jiang Li nodded in agreement.

After discussing the plan, Jiang Li took advantage of her free time to enter the space.

She has recently collected a lot of supplies but hasn't been able to organize them yet. Luckily, the stainless steel shelf arrived, so she can organize and put away some of the scattered items.

Ye Jingmo stood by the window and dialed a number.

Through the clear window, one could see a tall, upright man in gray casual clothes leaning against the window, making a phone call.

His hand holding the phone was so taut that it revealed beautiful muscle lines, as if he had heard some information on the other end. His eyes were like a fishhook bobbing up and down, intriguing and thought-provoking.

Ye Jingmo hung up the phone and then dialed it again.

"One hundred yuan per hour for one session..."

Just as Jiang Li finished tidying up the supplies in the space, she heard Ye Jingmo finish speaking his last sentence.

Her eyes were full of questions as she blinked at Ye Jingmo.

Ye Jingmo pulled Jiang Li to the sofa and told her what he knew.

The two people leaned their heads together, like birds perched on a power line, whispering secrets.

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Jiang Li and Ye Jingmo drove to the agreed location with the middle-aged man.

The sky was just beginning to darken, the chirping of insects echoed around, and there were only a few people on the road.

Ye Jingmo carried his suitcase and walked into the warehouse with Jiang Li.

Jiang Li quickly surveyed her surroundings. The warehouse was already filled with various boxes, and Jiang Li keenly noticed movement coming from behind some of the boxes.

Ye Jingmo looked at the middle-aged man opposite her and put her suitcase on the ground.

"We've brought the money; we need to inspect the goods."

The middle-aged man ordered one of his men to open a box, revealing the packaging of liquor inside.

"Everything is in the box; you can check it yourself," the middle-aged man said to Ye Jingmo.

Ye Jingmo opened the packaging of the liquor; inside was genuine liquor.

He then opened another box, which contained cartons of cigarettes.

The middle-aged man then directed one of his short, fat men to count the money, while he and five other men stood aside.

"Since everything is correct, let's go our separate ways," Ye Jingmo said.

"Your stuff is fine, but I haven't said I'm in charge yet." The middle-aged man put one hand in his pocket, pointed at the suitcase with the other, and had a sinister look on his face.

"I need another twenty million. Otherwise, you can forget about leaving here." Holding up two fingers, the middle-aged man spoke without any politeness.

“This is not the price we agreed on,” Ye Jingmo said calmly, unfazed by his threats.

"As long as you pay this money, you can take the goods with you without suffering any physical pain." The middle-aged man seemed to be comforting Ye Jingmo, but he was gesturing to his men to do it.

The middle-aged man had anticipated that Ye Jingmo's usually aloof face would show fear and pleading, but seeing his calm expression, the middle-aged man's heart stirred slightly.

Ye Jingmo curled his lips in a mocking smile, "You don't think I'm the only one here, do you? Since you want to double-cross me, I don't mind taking you down with me."

The middle-aged man seemed to realize something, and his gaze suddenly swept over Jiang Li.

As she shook her phone, displaying the 110 emergency call screen, the middle-aged man felt a thousand and one "mmp"s in his mind.

He had never seen such an operation before; it was a tactic that would hurt the enemy a thousand while also hurting himself eight hundred.

As if confirming the middle-aged man's suspicions, sirens sounded outside the warehouse.

"Listen up, you inside! You're surrounded! Drop your weapons..."

One of his men reported to the middle-aged man that three police cars had arrived outside. The middle-aged man glared at Ye Jingmo, as if he wanted to remember him.

"You win. I'm not going to go to jail with you."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, a look of resentment flashing across his face, yet he had no choice but to submit.

He quickly picked up the suitcase from the ground, turned around, and ran away with his men along the path they had scouted earlier.

Watching the middle-aged man flee, Jiang Li happily put her arm around Ye Jingmo's shoulder.

"Brother Mo, your method is really effective; they've fallen for it."

A young man in a police uniform walked in and said to Ye Jingmo, "Director, how did our scene go? Do we need to reshoot it?"

"No need, one take is enough."

Jiang Li said happily that after settling the bills for each actor, she also gave them an extra small red envelope.

The actors were very pleased with Jiang Li's generosity and said that if Jiang Li needed anything in the future, she could contact them anytime.

It turns out that all of this was a play staged by Ye Jingmo and Jiang Li.

Ye Jingmo had someone investigate the middle-aged man and learned that he was not a trustworthy person.

We live in a society governed by the rule of law, so of course we cannot use any illegal means.

So Ye Jingmo and Jiang Li came up with the idea of ​​hiring someone to play the police and put on a show.

They also told the warehouse manager that there was a police-criminal scene going on, and that the security guards didn't need to come over even if they heard the noise.

Jiang Li stored all the boxes in the warehouse into her spatial storage, took out another car, and drove away with Ye Jingmo.

Back at his destination, the middle-aged man looked at the suitcase in his hand and thought that although his goods were gone, he still had this suitcase full of money.

I don't think I've lost too much.

However, when the middle-aged man opened the package and saw that all the money was ghost money, his eyes widened in horror, and his blood rushed to his head.

The middle-aged man angrily kicked the suitcase hard, making a loud bang.

"Go investigate, damn it, I've never suffered such a huge loss before."

The middle-aged man was furious.

"Boss, our goods are gone. Those police cars seem to be fake."

The subordinate who had gone out to gather information returned and hurriedly told the middle-aged man.

"Find them for me! I want to tear them to pieces!" the middle-aged man shouted, determined to find Ye Jingmo and Jiang Li and have them torn to pieces to quell his hatred.