Chapter Twenty-Eight: Journey to Burma

Liu Jun’s eyes flickered, then he said, “Young Master Wen, I doubt you came here today just to pay me a visit, did you?”

“Haha… I can never hide anything from Uncle Liu’s sharp eyes!” Wen Bin chuckled and replied, “I came today because there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

“Oh?”

Liu Jun’s expression shifted slightly. He immediately guessed Wen Bin’s purpose revolved around the jade business.

He feigned a relaxed tone, “You want to talk about Jade Pavilion, right? As you know, there’s some internal discord within the company, so…”

“Uncle Liu, you misunderstand. I want to talk about a deal with you,” Wen Bin said, lowering his voice and leaning in close.

“I want to open a jewelry store directly and secure exclusive contracting and agency rights.”

Liu Jun’s pupils constricted sharply, startled by Wen Bin’s ambition—he wanted to take the whole pie for himself, such bold appetite!

“Young Master Wen, that’s not an easy morsel to swallow. Have you thought this through? You’ll run into enormous trouble doing this.”

Wen Bin smiled calmly, “Uncle Liu, you can rest assured. I wouldn’t bring it up if I weren’t prepared.”

“And I never let business drag on. If you’re willing to support me, I’ll give you thirty percent of the shares. What do you say?”

“Hiss—!” Even for Liu Jun, who was accustomed to storms, Wen Bin’s offer made him gasp and nearly cry out.

Given Jade Pavilion’s current valuation, it was already worth around ten billion. Thirty percent in shares meant at least two billion!

“Cough, cough…” Liu Jun suppressed his excitement, coughed lightly, and said, “Young Master Wen, I’ll need to discuss this with the other shareholders.”

“No problem,” Wen Bin nodded with a smile. “But I hope you’ll do it soon.”

“All right, all right.” Liu Jun nodded eagerly, his heart burning with anticipation.

Everything seemed to be going so smoothly, almost like a dream. He had just signed with the Chen family, and now Wen Bin was delivering opportunity right to his door—it was as if he’d wished for a pillow and someone brought it to him.

…

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, five days had gone by. During this time, Qin Feng had remained at Jade Pavilion.

But as he watched the warehouse of raw stones dwindle, he began to feel anxious.

Inside Lin Wanting’s office, Qin Feng sat beside the desk.

“How’s your contact coming along? These raw stones will last only until the beginning of next month. If we run out, Jade Pavilion’s customer flow will plummet,” Qin Feng frowned deeply, his tone serious.

He’d spent days pondering stone-cutting techniques, but the more he thought, the more frustrated he became. Techniques were useless without materials.

“I’ve asked around. Someone said there’s a batch left at the public auction—I’ll have them sent over right away,” Lin Wanting quickly reassured him, reaching for her phone.

Before she could finish speaking, the office door was knocked, and a bodyguard in a black suit entered.

Expressionless, the bodyguard walked up to Lin Wanting and handed her a phone.

“Ms. Lin, the intermediary from Myanmar just sent word—they said we can go over tomorrow,” the bodyguard reported.

Lin Wanting’s spirits soared, and she exclaimed joyfully, “Good! Notify finance immediately and have them prepare the funds!”

The bodyguard nodded and withdrew from the office.

Lin Wanting hurriedly dialed Myanmar’s intermediary. When the call connected, she launched into the conversation.

After some time, she hung up, her face aglow with anticipation, and said excitedly, “Our luck is incredible! Once we connect with Myanmar this time, we’ll never have to bow to those people again.”

“Is that so? That’s excellent news!” Qin Feng’s eyes brightened as well. For Jade Pavilion, stable supplies of raw stones were the lifeblood. To bypass the middlemen and establish direct ties with the Myanmar mine owners would open up the main arteries, dramatically strengthening Jade Pavilion’s competitiveness and profit margins.

“Still, we must tread carefully on this trip to Myanmar,” Qin Feng cautioned, his brows slightly knit, clearly uneasy about the upcoming negotiations and deal.

“Myanmar’s situation is complicated. We not only have to guard against mine owners who might raise prices, but also watch out for other shady forces,” Lin Wanting replied, nodding and suppressing her excitement.

“You’re right. I’ll have the security team prepare thoroughly, and I’ll bring along several seasoned negotiators to ensure we secure the best possible price for these raw stones.”

In the days that followed, Lin Wanting personally oversaw every detail, from financial arrangements to personnel to liaising with local contacts, striving for absolute perfection.

…

Early the next morning.

Lin Wanting and Qin Feng, together with a team of security staff, translators, and negotiation experts, boarded a flight bound for Southern Min.

The plane soon landed at Guangcheng Airport, capital of Southern Min Province.

“Please follow me. We’ll head to the hotel first for a rest, then tonight we’ll negotiate with the people from Myanmar,” said a rugged man, standing nearly six feet tall, who greeted them respectfully as soon as they disembarked.

“Thank you,” Qin Feng nodded, feeling an instant liking for the sturdy man—it’s rare to find someone so dependable.

As they walked, Lin Wanting suddenly pulled Qin Feng aside. “Qin Feng, what do you think of that man?” she asked, pointing to a member of their entourage.

Qin Feng turned to look. The man stood straight, flawless posture, a resolute face, eyes sharp and full of vitality—the air around him was fierce.

Qin Feng couldn’t help but look again, inwardly admiring the man’s skills, clearly far superior to an ordinary bodyguard.

Moreover, the man carried a distinct aura of violence.

“Very good. Worth cultivating,” Qin Feng nodded in approval.

“Hehe, then let’s keep him close,” Lin Wanting said playfully, then turned to the man. “Tiger, tonight you’ll stay and help Brother Qin handle matters.”

Called Tiger, the young man nodded, the stoic face breaking into a slight smile. “Alright, Ms. Lin.”

“Haha, thanks for your help,” Qin Feng said with a smile.

“Qin Feng, Tiger is capable, but he’s a bit dull and rigid. If trouble arises, he may not handle things smoothly,” Lin Wanting cautioned. “As they say, a weak soldier is one thing, but a weak commander weakens the whole team. Since he’s your chosen assistant, he should match your leadership level.”

With that, Lin Wanting patted Qin Feng’s shoulder, smiling warmly. “Don’t blame me for meddling, Qin Feng—I only have your best interests at heart.”