stjorthotic Chapter 7 Additional Conditions
Chapter 7 Additional Conditions
"Zhou Yutong, I know you and Shen Yao don't get along, but I didn't expect you to be this jealous." Chen Bin shouted at Zhou Yutong, holding up his phone. "The facts are right in front of you. Even if you don't believe it, it doesn't change the fact that Shen Yao uses a phone worth hundreds of thousands."
"Look at the material of that shell. It's not ordinary plastic; it's a composite material of carbon fiber and titanium alloy. It's said to be able to stop bullets like a bulletproof vest."
"And that keyboard, every single key is independently encrypted..."
"Buy a phone and get a free SIM card; all calls and text messages will be protected from being monitored or compromised..."
Seeing his confident and eloquent arguments, the others were already quite convinced.
As for Zhou Yutong...
Now her face is as white as a sheet of paper.
The girls next to her weren't much better off; they all stared wide-eyed at Shen Yao as she hurriedly walked out of the classroom, their mouths agape as if they could fit an egg in them.
More than 700,000?
A mobile phone costs over 700,000?
Are you kidding me?
Shen Yao and his sister were so poor and stingy, when did they become so rich?
Zhou Yutong opened her mouth, wanting to say something to save face, but swallowed the words back.
She had just mocked him for being poor and not being able to afford a smartphone, but it turns out he was holding a phone with the highest security level in the world, costing over 100,000 US dollars.
That was a resounding slap in the face.
"Alright, alright, stop talking." A classmate next to Chen Bin pulled him aside. "Didn't you see Zhou Yutong's face turn green?"
Chen Bin snorted coldly.
However, they didn't say anything more.
Zhou Yutong bit her lip, her expression particularly interesting.
The last row.
Shen Zheng sat in his seat like a statue, seemingly oblivious to the other people's comments.
He didn't even glance at Zhou Yutong from beginning to end.
Shen Yao had already left the classroom.
Her slender fingers skillfully pressed a string of numbers on the keyboard.
It was a number that wasn't in my contacts; I remembered it entirely from memory.
"Beep...beep...beep..."
The call was made.
But no one answered.
Shen Yao's hand holding the phone began to tremble slightly.
However, she tried to remain calm.
She knew now was not the time to panic.
Gu Qingzhou has been arrested; she has to find a way.
She didn't answer the first call, so she quickly dialed again.
Please answer the phone...please, please answer the phone...
In the classroom.
The other students started gossiping when they saw Shen Yao making a phone call outside the classroom.
"Who is she calling?"
"It must have been a call to her family. Gu Qingzhou was arrested, she must be terrified."
"Is that phone really worth over 700,000? It doesn't look like it."
"Chen Bin's story sounds very plausible, it can't be wrong, he's a well-known digital enthusiast in our college."
"Tsk, a true master doesn't reveal their abilities..."
"What do you think she did during the summer vacation? Did she really go out with Gu Qingzhou to commit murder and arson?"
"Of course! Aren't all the most profitable methods in the world written in the Criminal Law?"
"Keep your voice down! Don't let her hear you!"
Shen Yao didn't care about these stares at all.
All she cares about now is why that person isn't answering the phone.
Guangdong Province.
An industrial area in the suburbs of Guangzhou.
Cheng Yihan walked through the warehouse, holding a shipping manifest in her hand.
Several people were following behind her, checking the inventory with her.
She was wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
Below, she wore black trousers and flat shoes.
Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail.
Her appearance wasn't stunning, but she possessed a cool, capable, and composed demeanor, exuding a maturity rarely seen in people her age.
Under the warehouse lights, her shadow was stretched long.
The warehouse is very large.
It was piled up with all sorts of steel pipes, gas cylinders, light motorcycle engines, remote sensing equipment, small drones, and so on.
These are all goods ready to be shipped overseas. Each box has an English label that says "MADE IN CHINA" and "MACHINERY PARTS".
However, if someone opens those boxes and examines the inner walls of those steel pipes closely, they will find something unusual.
Four right-hand rifling grooves, uniform in depth and precise in angle.
The gas cylinder also has a particularly strange shape, with a delicate tail fin and a simple guidance device at the rear.
However, these goods are now lying quietly in the warehouse, waiting for the next round of shipments.
As Cheng Yihan checked the numbers on the list, she silently calculated the total value of this batch in her mind.
I was halfway through calculating when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Cheng Yihan frowned.
I ignored it.
But not long after.
The phone rang again.
She put down the list and took out her phone.
"Yaoyao? Isn't she in class at this time? Why is she calling me?"
Cheng Yihan waved her hand, signaling her followers to go about their business.
Only then did he answer the phone, "Feed?"
"Sister Han, it's me."
Shen Yao's voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with obvious anxiety and a suppressed tremor.
Outside the lecture hall.
Upon hearing Cheng Yihan's voice, Shen Yao's nose suddenly stung, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.
But she held back.
She took a deep breath and said in as calm a voice as possible, "Sister Han, something's happened."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Cheng Yihan's cold voice rang out again, her tone completely unwavering, "Speak."
Shen Yao lowered her voice and spoke quickly, "Gu Qingzhou has been arrested."
Cheng Yihan's brows furrowed even more.
He asked in a deep voice, "Explain clearly, what happened?"
"A reporter stopped us for an interview today, and we let it slip. Then the SWAT team came and surrounded the entire teaching building. A policeman in a white shirt said that Interpol had issued an arrest warrant for him, saying he was a dangerous individual." Shen Yao briefly and quickly recounted what happened today.
Cheng Yihan remained silent throughout.
But my mind is racing.
They only took Gu Qingzhou with them; they didn't touch Shen Yao or Shen Zheng, nor did they seal off the factory or warehouse...
so...
This means that the higher authorities handled the matter with restraint and left room for maneuver.
If the goal were truly to wipe them all out, Shen Yao and Shen Zheng wouldn't still be freely staying in the classroom, and the factory and warehouse should have been shut down long ago.
The fact that nothing has happened yet indicates that the investigation is still ongoing and no conclusion has been reached.
Shen Yao's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.
Seeing that Cheng Yihan remained silent, he quickly pressed her for an answer, "Sister Han, what should we do now?"
"Yaoyao, listen to me."
"Um."
"The police only took Qingzhou away, right?"
"Yes, they only took him away. Shen Zheng and I are both fine."
"That means the higher-ups are fully aware of what you've done over the past two months, but they won't 'wipe you out completely,' there's still room for negotiation. Otherwise, the three of you would have been taken down long ago."
Cheng Yihan remained as calm as if she were analyzing a math problem. "Besides, if they really wanted to take drastic measures, our factory and warehouse would have been seized long ago, and I would have been arrested. The fact that nothing has happened yet means there's still room for maneuver."
Shen Yao was stunned for a moment.
She was so panicked that she didn't think of this at all.
Sister Han is Sister Han.
Even at this point, he was still able to remain calm.
"So what do we do now?" Shen Yao hurriedly asked.
"Don't rush," Cheng Yihan said calmly. "Stay calm, don't do anything, and don't say anything out of line. I'll figure something out."
"So... there's still a chance?" Shen Yao quickly asked.
"Yes," Cheng Yihan said with certainty, but then added, "but only if we figure out exactly how much they have and what they want."
"So what should we do?"
"Don't worry," Cheng Yihan said. "Don't do anything right now, and don't say anything rash. Stay calm and wait for my message."
"it is good."
"Also," Cheng Yihan paused, "take care of yourself, and take care of your brother too. Don't let him do anything foolish."
Shen Yao gave a wry smile: "He just said he was going to break him out of prison."
Cheng Yihan...
She rubbed her temples, a hint of helplessness in her voice, "Tell him this is China, not the Middle East. Tell him to stay put."
"I've already insulted him."
"That's good." Cheng Yihan said and hung up the phone.
She stood in the warehouse for a long time, holding her phone.
Under the lamplight, her figure appeared somewhat lonely, but her back remained ramrod straight.
She knew now was not the time to panic.
My younger brother is still inside waiting for her to come up with a solution.
We still need to ship goods from overseas and maintain relationships with our overseas clients.
She can't afford to lose her composure; if she does, everything will be over.
Cheng Yihan took a deep breath, picked up the shipping list again, and continued to check the inventory.
This time, however, her gaze would occasionally drift to the labels on the boxes—MACHINERY PARTS
Mechanical parts.
Oh.
A bitter smile curved her lips.
After putting down the list, Cheng Yihan walked to a desk in the corner of the warehouse and sat down.
I turned on my computer and started checking emails sent from overseas.
In my inbox, a recent email from a Yemeni customer lay quietly.
The email's subject was "Information on Recent Battle Situation."
Cheng Yihan opened the email and began to read it carefully.
The email was very long, filled with dense English descriptions of the recent battle situation.
Which cities were captured, which armed forces were decimated, and how much of a role were played by the ordered "special products" on the battlefield?
Cheng Yihan flipped through the pages one by one, her expression remaining calm throughout.
When she turned to the last page, her finger stopped.
The last paragraph of the email reads:
"Thank you for your product support. We are preparing for the next phase of our offensive and anticipate needing more 'special steel pipes' and 'flying products.' Please check our inventory as soon as possible."
Cheng Yihan stared at the line of text for a while.
The corners of his mouth suddenly curled up slightly.
Ha ha.
You need more products, right?
all right.
However, there's a small additional condition this time.