Yang Tianci sat in the car, weighed down by worries. He pinched the stamps in his hand, lost in thought.
Xu Xuemeng, who had kept a low profile the whole way, spoke up to offer a reminder. "Brother Yang, these little items are actually made by Misha Pharmaceutical."
"Misha Pharmaceutical? Isn't that..." Yang Tianci's pupils contracted.
Xu Xuemeng smiled meaningfully. "Brother Yang, Jianxin already knew about this. So why didn't he refuse to work with them?"
Du Jianxin? You bastard! Yang Tianci cursed inwardly.
"As long as we're discreet and clean up properly afterward, this stays between you and me," Xu Xuemeng said, unconcerned.
Yang Tianci knew they had to clean up properly. But doing so also meant that he, Du Jianxin, and the others would be giving Thomas and the Xu family leverage over them.
Clearly, this was a pledge of loyalty.
Of course, they had already given Thomas plenty of leverage through their past actions.
After all, flies didn't gather around uncracked eggs.
There was no chance to regret it now. Yang Tianci could only minimize the fallout and keep the stamps from being discovered as they crossed the border. That meant sacrificing a few pawns.
The thought left him deeply irritated.
The car stopped at a traffic light.
Suddenly, a young man handing out flyers on the roadside slapped one onto the car window. The bodyguard inside was furious.
The other drivers whose cars had been plastered with flyers were cursing, too. Seeing the trouble he'd caused, the young man hurried off toward the next intersection.
The bodyguard was about to tear the flyer down.
In a foul mood, Yang Tianci glanced at it almost absentmindedly. It had a few advertising slogans written in Thai, some pictures, and a green, leaf-shaped logo.
After tearing the flyer off,