The woman in the red dress withdrew her gaze and looked at Zhang Heng. "Did you find the person you were looking for?"
Zhang Heng did not answer. Instead, he asked, "What about you? Did the person you were meeting show up?"
In the end, the woman in the red dress was the first to surrender. Giving up on beating around the bush, she said bluntly, "So you're the courier?"
Zhang Heng nodded. "You're the trader?"
"That's right. You can call me Hong," said the woman in the red dress. Seemingly knowing what Zhang Heng was thinking, she added, "I'm not the seller. Like you, I'm just a runner."
"Simon." Zhang Heng extended his hand and shook Hong's.
"Did you bring the payment, Simon?" Hong promptly got to the point.
"I brought it, but I don't see you carrying anything," Zhang Heng said.
"Don't worry. I just didn't bring the goods with me. You know Shen Tang Morgan's people are trying to disrupt this transaction, so I have to be cautious," Hong said. "Give me the payment. Once I inspect it and confirm there's no problem, I'll take you to collect the goods."
Yet Zhang Heng did not move after she finished speaking. "That's different from what we agreed on."
"How is it different?"
"Before I left, I was told we were supposed to exchange the money and goods at the same time," Zhang Heng said.
"Don't be stupid, Simon. The terms of the deal were settled long ago. We're just the people delivering and receiving the goods, so don't give yourselves starring roles. Give me that one gram of antimatter, then I'll take you to collect the goods. We can both finish our jobs," Hong said.
"I don't know how traders conduct business, but for us couriers, an agreement