Plain Table and Plain Acquaintance (Third Update)

Feng Jun understood. Sister Shen had not said she couldn't get a thousand tons of explosives, but of course, she hadn't said she could get them either.

She was merely stressing that they had no cooperative relationship, so taking risks wasn't worth it.

Feng Jun had a feeling that this woman might be a front, so he stopped concealing anything. "If you insist on finding someone to work with, I can introduce you to a group of gold prospectors... Have you heard of Black-Faced Guo?"

"I've heard of him," Sister Shen said with a nod, then shook her head. "Those people are pure desperadoes. Unlike you, Boss Feng, you've already made a name for yourself in the jade industry... You're far more reliable than they are."

There was nothing wrong with that reasoning. People with fixed assets were naturally more trustworthy—monks could run, but temples could not.

Feng Jun could only smile bitterly. "I'm capable of keeping them in line. Sister Shen doesn't need to worry about that."

Sister Shen was taken aback at first. Then her eyes shifted, and she asked with interest, "My judgment really is good. But... if they run off, can you find them?"

That was asking the impossible. Feng Jun did not want to keep arguing with her. "In that case, let's drop it. We should just drink."

Sister Shen shot him a sidelong glance. She wanted to ask, So you don't want explosives anymore? But on second thought, with his capabilities, buying explosives elsewhere probably would not be a problem.

Still, she was deeply disappointed that today's conversation had failed to achieve its purpose.

After dinner, it was only a little past eight. Sister Shen extended an invitation. It was still early, so why not go have some fun at a nightclub?

Feng Jun