At that moment, Olai was seeing the most extraordinary thing in his life, something that had brought a new change to his world.
Yet he felt not the joy of a great discovery, but the sense that the world was ending.
Olai regarded this space as Chen Mo's supernatural ability. Otherwise, how could such a wondrous space exist? Furthermore, it was filled with rare and precious plants. Taking even one of them outside would be a massive profit.
If only it were his! With the things here, selling off just a little bit would probably grant him financial freedom for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, he could only look at these things, not use them—and he certainly could not just take them all!
For someone like Olai, seeing such things without being able to lay hands on them was absolute torture.
"Actually, I called you here because I wanted to ask: who exactly issued the mission for Datuk Lin to go to China?" Chen Mo asked.
Olai's pupils contracted before returning to normal.
The change had lasted only an instant, and his expression had not changed in the slightest. If Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense had not been monitoring this fellow at all times, he would never have noticed it.
Chen Mo could not help sighing inwardly. These people were all damnably formidable! Especially fellows like Olai, who could work as brokers—they were the sort who could play both sides. Naturally, they were skilled at adapting to every situation and changing their expressions. If their skills had not been honed to perfection, they would not be in this line of work.
None of the fellows who had lasted long and done well in the brokerage business were easy to deal with. Just think about it: maintaining a blank expression, or