Chapter 3269 — Discovered
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Of course, you can ask him this: if he can push the volume above two hundred million euros, I can go straight to knocking off twenty percent!" the general manager said. In truth, the supplier of the aquatic products was also a subsidiary of Red Conch—an aquaculture company.
That company was not in business to make money; it could not even break even. It survived comfortably only on covert financial backing from Red Conch's headquarters, and its sole reason for existing was to help Red Conch launder money.
After all, the cost of aquaculture was a genuinely slippery thing to pin down. A loss could just as well be called a profit; it was simply a matter of what one's own people said it was.
"I understand." Lute did not linger. Once the report was delivered, he left the office and took the elevator back to his own.
"Fanny, look into the background of this Yi Ling fellow. Ask the Bufon family whether such a person exists," the general manager said to Fanny once Lute had gone.
"Oh? Boss, you suspect there's something off about him?" Fanny asked, startled.
"I don't know. Call it a hunch, perhaps. Earlier I felt a high-level cultivator probing this place. I don't know whether it has anything to do with this Yi Ling," the general manager said.
"Ah! Understood. I'll contact the Bufon family shortly," Fanny said, nodding quickly.
"Tomorrow we do business with President He of the Overseas Cultivators Association. That old thing is a wily old fox—I'm afraid he may be plotting some scheme," the general manager went on.
"Oh? Boss, you mean this Yi Ling is one of the Overseas Cultivators Association's people?" Fanny blinked.
"Yes. I fear they've come to scout the place. If they trade honestly, fine—but I dread that they won't," the general manager said with some worry.
"Boss, why is the Overseas Cultivators Association dealing in drugs? Aren't they cultivators? They never used to touch this sort of thing," Fanny said, puzzled. It was a question she had meant to ask earlier.
"Cultivators they are, no mistake. But for some reason—word is they're short on money. I couldn't well pry further; the Overseas Cultivators Association is a transcendent organization, and I don't dare investigate them too closely or offend them," the general manager said with a shake of his head.
Fanny clicked her tongue and did not dare press further. Red Conch was quite domineering in ordinary times, wasn't it? Yet compared with the Overseas Cultivators Association, it still fell far short. After all, the Overseas Cultivators Association was a proper organization where cultivators gathered in numbers, while Red Conch was merely a drug-trafficking ring with cultivators sitting on its board.
Back in his office, Lute enthusiastically relayed the general manager's terms to Wei Zhao—whose heart, of course, was never in it.