"I am the chief representative of Siemens in Haizhou, and no matter what time it is, my identity will not change in any way."

Feinan smiled confidently, unhurriedly put the white gloves he had taken off into the smaller aluminum box, and closed the lid to lock it.

"Actually, I think Mr. Zeng had better forget about my identity. You and I are just business partners, and there is nothing else to do with each other. ”

Fei Nan took out a cigar from the inner pocket of his suit, gestured to Zeng Qing'an, and asked with a smile, "Do you want one?" Authentic Cuban Havana licensed. ”

"I'm not used to this pretending thing."

Zeng Qingan shook his head quietly and said, "Mr. Fei, it is impossible for the national security and military special forces to suddenly stage such a big anti-terrorist operation in my hotel for no reason. The special forces were carrying live ammunition, not empty cartridges. I have to figure out why the national security and the military chose to eat at the New Dynasty, otherwise, I will not be able to sleep. ”

"The secret must be in the wall that the military has taken."

Fei Nan looked at Zeng Qing'an with deep meaning, and said slowly:

"For Guoan to not hesitate to dispatch the most elite rapid reaction force in China, the Army Air Assault Brigade, the secret in that stone slab must be very amazing. Mr. Zeng, if you can find out what kind of secret this is, I believe that there will be buyers in the international intelligence market who will buy your information at a very, very high price. ”

"Hehe, I'm afraid I'm afraid that I'll have a life to take the life flower when the time comes." Zeng Qingan smiled indifferently unmoved.

"There is an old saying in China, which is called seeking wealth and danger."

Fernan took the cigar in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it, inhaled hard, and used a full temptation. "In this world, if you want to enjoy a high-quality and tasteful life, you must have a lot of money that you can't spend in your life!" Mr. Zeng is indeed a wealthy man in Haizhou, but looking at the entire wealthy circle in China, Asia, and the world, Mr. Zeng's assets are really not worth mentioning. ”

"There is an old saying in my country that those who are content are always happy."

Zeng Qing'an replied with a calm look on his face: "I, Zeng Qing'an, have never earned as much money as I can take and spend it, for example, I will sell you this news, you and I will do it." Although there is a certain risk in making this kind of money, it will not cost me Zeng Qing'an's life.

I know there must be a lot of people watching what happened today, and I have a lot of information traffickers' contact information. Mr. Feinan, do you know why I chose to sell you this information in the first place? ”

"Why?" Fei Nan put away the smile on his face and asked curiously.

"Because I know you have a CIA background." Zeng Qing'an looked at Fei Nan's knife-like angular face and smiled meaningfully.

A pair of eyes behind Fei Nan's lenses suddenly froze, staring deeply at Zeng Qing'an for a while, and asked in a deep voice, "How do you know?" ”

"There is an ancient saying in Huaguo, snakes have snake paths, and turtles have turtle roads."

Zeng Qing'an took out a pack of Chinese cigarettes in a soft box, took out one, and put a Zhengyang green ice jade cigarette holder on the filter, and smiled leisurely: "In the Haizhou realm, it is not too difficult for me Zeng Qingan to know what is going on. ”

As a senior engineer at Siemens AG in Germany and the chief representative of the five provinces in central and southern China, Feinan, a German-Chinese, has another identity: an intelligence donor, commonly known as an intelligence peddler.

In the underground market of international intelligence trading in Southeast Asia, Fernand has a very good reputation. However, he is generally limited to the trading of commercial technical information, and occasionally makes a cameo appearance in the exchange of conventional military technical information.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, Fernand's real identity is a supernumerary member of the BND (German Federal Intelligence Service). His true identity, however, was that of a senior agent in the CIA's Asian division. It's just that few people know this secret. For those who know are basically dead.

"Mr. Zeng is worthy of being the deepest hidden dragon on the ground of Haizhou!" Fei Nan's eyes quickly returned to calm, and he stretched out his right hand and gave Zeng Qingan a thumbs up.

"Dragon, Zeng is so big that I can't talk about it. Weighing its amount, Zeng is an inconspicuous and non-toxic and harmless cauliflower snake. ”

Zeng Qingan bit the jade cigarette holder in his mouth, flicked off the Dupeng lighter in his hand with a "ding" sound, lit the cigarette, inhaled it slowly, and then slowly spit it out, "Although Guoan took away all the monitoring data I have here, even the hard disk in the monitoring room has been formatted." However, a waiter's mobile phone accidentally photographed a guest in the Orchid Room, and I happened to know this person. Now, this phone is in my hands. ”

"Make a price! Mr. Zeng. Fei Nan didn't say anything, looked at Zeng Qingan very seriously and said directly.

Zeng Qingan happily raised his right index finger and said with a smile: "One million, euros!" ”

"The price is too high!" Fei Nan shook his head and said, "I can give a million Chinese dollars!" ”

“NONONO！”

Zeng Qing'an shook his index finger, and his expression looked extremely relaxed and smiled: "One million euros, no two prices." A mid-air assault brigade that allows the national security to dispatch the most elite of the rapid response force, and the use of four Z-10s and four Z-9s at one time, is definitely more than a million euros.

Mr. Finan, I am also an old friend, so I offered this special friendship price. If Mr. Fei thinks the price is expensive, then I just need to find another buyer. I believe that there must be a very, very large number of people who are interested in this secret right now. ”

Fei Nan didn't answer, and took several puffs of cigar in succession silently, about a minute and a half later, before nodding his head very seriously and said: "I can pay a million euros, but Mr. Zeng must guarantee that this photo is the only one, and there is no backup!" ”

"The money is on my account in a Swiss bank, except for the one given to Mr. Fei, I promise to destroy all other backups immediately." Zeng Qingan looked directly into Feinan's eyes very seriously and said solemnly.

"I can naturally trust Mr. Zeng's credibility." Fei Nan walked up to Zeng Qing'an and stretched out his right palm, "Deal!" ”

Zeng Qingan smiled and stretched out his right hand to hold the other party's palm, nodded and smiled: "Happy cooperation!" ”

Five minutes later, Zeng Qing'an's Aimadqi mobile phone received a text message from the Swiss bank: Dear customer, your account has just received a cash transfer of 1 million euros, and the current balance on the account is 3,500,000 euros. In order to increase your wealth, we ......"

Zeng Qingan didn't look at the following content anymore, turned off the SMS notification, and sent a photo to Feinan's mobile phone on WeChat.

Fei Nan opened the WeChat on his mobile phone, and after seeing the photo, he nodded to Zeng Qingan.

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Haizhou City Police Department, Director's Office.

Cheng Dongyang slowly put down the landline microphone in his hand, a pair of thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.

This is already the fifteenth call he has received this afternoon.

The callers range from big bosses of state-owned enterprises to CEOs of foreign-funded enterprises, government officials, and even active-duty military personnel. These friends who have a good relationship with him and have a prominent and honorable status all call for the same purpose, they are all trying to find out what is happening in Haizhou today.

Even Secretary Guo, the secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Committee, asked him on the phone what was the origin of the young man in the Orchid Hall of the New Dynasty Restaurant who could alarm the capital.

For a moment, as if the murder of Peng Xiaodong had been forgotten, it seemed that everyone's attention was deeply attracted by the "military, police, and civilian joint anti-terrorism exercise" that suddenly occurred today.