In the early morning hours, Qi Yun sat in the study and answered a call from Hong Weize.
"Hello, Brother Hong."
"Brother Qi, they agreed to meet and talk, tomorrow afternoon at two, West Mountain Cemetery." Hong Weize got straight to the point, delivering the information without wasting words.
"West Mountain Cemetery?" Qi Yun was taken aback, "Why choose such a place?"
Hong Weize shook his head with a wry smile, "I don't know either, the middleman said it's the seller's designated location."
Qi Yun pondered slightly, "Alright, got it, I'll be there tomorrow."
"Okay." Hong Weize added another detail, "And there's another condition, if the deal goes through, they only want gold bars."
"Twenty million in gold bars?"
"Yes."
Qi Yun chuckled, "Seems like they are pretty confident, huh?"
A black market deal, daring to ask for cash, indicates a lot of confidence, not fearing a double-cross.
Twenty million in gold bars amounts to over sixty kilograms, not easy to handle.
