Chapter 113: Boss, What’s Wrong With You?

For instance, Lin Fan mentioned that the price of the arms was ten percent lower than the market rate. But who sets the market price? Ultimately, it’s the Russian arms dealers who do. To be frank, how much cheaper it really is ultimately depends on what Lin Fan decides.

As for the word “at least,” it was clearly added deliberately by Lin Fan earlier to mislead Jin Zhengyang. Unfortunately, Jin Zhengyang had been holed up in the Golden Triangle for so long that his understanding of the outside world was limited. When it came to drugs, he might have grasped the market somewhat, but as for arms, he only knew the basics.

“Brother, wasn’t it you who said it? Brothers settle accounts clearly. If we agree to split fifty-fifty, then fifty-fifty it is. Don’t offer any excuses or I’ll lose face,” Jin Zhengyang said, waving his hand decisively to close the matter.

“Since Brother Jin insists, I won’t be difficult. Let’s do it your way,” Lin Fan feigned reluctance, as if he wouldn’t agree unless Jin Zhengyang threatened him with brotherly ties.

In truth, Lin Fan was already overjoyed inside. This meeting with Jin Zhengyang had been extremely fruitful. The Blue Banner Army was, after all, a force of Huaxia stationed in the Golden Triangle. Forming a deep business relationship with them could only bring benefits, no drawbacks. Moreover, with Longhun now involved in the drug market and Jin Zhengyang feeling indebted to him, the prospects were even brighter.

Lin Fan was clear-headed. His relationship with Jin Zhengyang was purely based on mutual benefit, a far cry from the brotherhood he shared with Xu Qiang and the Longhun gang. Jin Zhengyang was, at best, just an ordinary acquaintance.

“Rest assured, Brother Jin, the prices I offer you are absolutely the lowest on the market,” Lin Fan added with a smile. If Jin Zhengyang didn’t taste some sweetness, the cooperation between Longhun and the Blue Banner Army would surely fade away. Lin Fan naturally knew where to draw the line.

“Good, then I’m counting on you, Brother,” Jin Zhengyang said happily, clearly pleased to have solved the arms supply issue.

“But…” Lin Fan’s tone shifted as he set down his empty teacup, his expression hesitant.

“Come on, brother, just say what’s on your mind. If there’s anything you need from me, just say the word. I’d go through fire and water for you,” Jin Zhengyang said as he poured another round of the immortal’s wine for Lin Fan and Xu Qiang.

He knew that an alliance between the Blue Banner Army and Longhun could yield handsome profits for himself. As for the immortal’s wine, it could always be replenished, but if he missed the chance to collaborate with Longhun, it might never come again.

“It’s nothing major,” Lin Fan said. “Everyone knows the harm drugs cause. They can easily tear families apart and even threaten national security. Although the demand for drugs in Huaxia is still high, I absolutely refuse to sell any within the country. If Brother Jin disagrees, then there’s no point in our cooperation.”

Lin Fan’s tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. If they were to work together, certain principles had to be clear. Lin Fan was not the kind to be blinded by money and would never use drugs to harm his own nation.

“Brother, you can rest assured. When the Blue Banner Army was founded, one rule was set in stone: never sell these drugs to our own country. Anyone who breaks this rule is no longer a descendant of the Aisin Gioro clan,” Jin Zhengyang said without hesitation.

“Hmph. Our country lost so many lives to opium back then. If it weren’t for those foreign powers forcing opium into our doors, the Qing dynasty wouldn’t have decayed so quickly,” Jin Zhengyang’s voice was filled with anger.

This sentiment resonated deeply with Lin Fan and elevated his opinion of Jin Zhengyang. At least this was someone who hadn’t been completely blinded by money and profit.

If Jin Zhengyang ever tried to sell drugs in Huaxia, Lin Fan wouldn’t just refuse cooperation—he might even sabotage his plans or go so far as to kill him. Lin Fan hated those drug lords who brought ruin to Huaxia above all else.

From the moment Jin Zhengyang proposed the drug cooperation, Lin Fan had decided to sell the drugs to other countries, with a special “consideration” for Japan. This was a way to return their own medicine.

As their discussion wound down, Jin Zhengyang ordered his men to serve the dishes. Since Lin Fan was here for the first time, he wanted to show proper hospitality.

On one hand, Lin Fan had solved the arms issue for him; on the other, they had just sealed their drug business partnership. The whole evening was filled with laughter and endless toasts to Lin Fan. At first, Lin Fan accepted every drink, but gradually he began to pace himself—not because he couldn’t handle it, but because alcohol was never truly beneficial, and it was best to drink as little as possible.

However, throughout the evening, Lin Fan never stopped drinking the immortal’s wine. Its refreshing aroma left him savoring every sip. Xu Qiang only took a little, as his job was to protect Lin Fan and stay alert in peak combat condition.

That night, Lin Fan and Xu Qiang were assigned to a loft in one of the wooden cabins. Jin Zhengyang told Lin Fan to expect a mysterious “gift” later. Lin Fan knew exactly what he meant. He had initially wanted to refuse, but then thought that this brother probably had never experienced anything like this. Since Jin Zhengyang called it a “virgin maiden,” if Xu Qiang wanted to have some fun, Lin Fan wouldn’t interfere.

“Boss, how come your tolerance for alcohol is so high? I remember you rarely drank before,” Xu Qiang asked as he sat on the bed.

“After I joined Longhun four years ago, I gradually learned to drink,” Lin Fan replied. Back when he was with the Falcons, soldiers were forbidden from drinking. After joining Longhun and realizing the country had abandoned him, he spent a long time drowning his sorrows in alcohol, often getting thoroughly drunk. During that time, Ling Xue often stayed by his side—more precisely, Han Feng had assigned her to take care of him.

Thinking of Ling Xue, Lin Fan caught his reflection in the mirror, noticing the faint scar on his forehead—a mark Ling Xue had left during the fierce battle when Longhun’s leadership was attacked by a mysterious force.

“Boss… are you alright?” Xu Qiang nudged him, seeing Lin Fan staring blankly at his reflection.

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