At that moment, many possibilities came to Qi Yan's mind. She smiled softly and said, "I won't go."

This was most likely not a trap, because she accidentally discovered that Xiao Min was forced into prostitution by Aunt Cui. If it hadn't happened, she would have had no chance to know that Fang Pengze was using her daughter to pass news to Lu Yan.

But she still couldn't agree.

She couldn't show a positive attitude. When it came to the secrets of the second area, Lu Yan had to take the initiative to give them to her. Once she opened her mouth, she would be suspected.

Qi Yan slightly broke away from Lu Yan's arm, "It's not like there's no one in Mohe, why are you ordering me?"

"You don't want the money anymore?" Lu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her.

She turned around and faced him face to face, "What does this have to do with giving me money?"

"follow me."

There are two passages in Weston, one is on the surface and can be used by customers and VIPs, and the other is in the dark and requires walking through the side corridor. The main members of Mohe usually take this road.

The passage in the dark was a little narrow. Lu Yan was walking in front, occupying almost half of the space by himself. After several twists and turns, he arrived at a room on the third floor.

The door lock was a smart door lock with iris recognition. Lu Yan put his eyes in front of the iris scanner. Two seconds later, the machine broadcast: [Recognition successful].

Lu Yan opened the door and waited for her to enter.

Qi Yan couldn't hide her curiosity and walked into the room. Lu Yan skillfully turned on the light, and the dark room instantly became brighter.

This is a conference room, with three walls covered with various reports. There are many writing boards placed beside the walls, with strings of numbers written on them with markers.

In the center, there is a desk and a sofa chair.

There is obviously no other furniture in the whole room, but it gives people a feeling of being cramped and depressing. It is a space filled with numbers. The line statistics and tree diagrams on the charts are like pythons of different thicknesses entangled on each of the three walls. corner.

Qi Yan stood at the door, feeling at a loss for a moment.

Lu Yan stood in the center, looking back at her cautious and timid appearance, with a smile in his eyes, "What are you afraid of?"

"Where is this?"

"Didn't I take you to a meeting with the revenue records of the 15th district before? Shen Wen compiled them here." Lu Yan sat comfortably on the table, pulled out the sofa chair with his long arm, "You sit down this."

Every quarter, Lu Yan will distribute his revenue. In whichever city he is in, there will be a room full of data to facilitate his distribution.

Because the amount involved is huge and there are many people involved, it is impossible to divide the accounts every year, so we simply divide the money into four quarters a year. According to the seasons, each season summarizes the work of the previous quarter and divides the money from the previous quarter.

Qi Yan slowly walked to Lu Yan and looked up at the three walls.

"Drug transaction records in various districts", "Casino development in various cities", "Amount of loan sharking and recovery amount", "Real production status of drug manufacturing plants", "Details of obscene income", "Details of bribery expenditures"...

Countless records are piled up, from this quarter, last quarter, this year, last year...

Behind these cold numbers and curves, there are so many broken families. The fonts are obviously black, but they are bloody and bright red.

The huge and complex numbers transformed into various kinds of arthropods, crawling ferociously on the wall, dragging along countless wailing and crying sounds. These desperate roars echoed silently in her ears, making her eyes turn red.

Qi Yan's breathing was trembling. She bit her lips to control her emotions.

Lu Yan dialed Pan Shenwen's phone and turned on the speakerphone.

"Brother." Pan Shenwen's voice sounded tired, "What's the matter?"

"Payments." Lu Yan looked at the report, "Where are you?"

"I just got off the plane, I'm a little sleepy. I'm in District 9." Pan Shenwen yawned, "Let's just leave. I can talk now."

Qi Yan listened silently to the side. Pan Shenwen and Lu Yan mentioned that the payment was in units of "100 million". This year, the second district had an income of 1 billion from drugs alone.

A series of huge amounts of money knocked Qi Yan into a daze.

After the arrears of the fifteen districts were distributed, all that was left was Pan Shenwen's work. Lu Yan looked at Qi Yan, who looked gloomy, and said to the other end of the phone: "I want Qi Yan to be the next president of the second district." command."

Pan Shenwen was silent for a long time, "Okay."

Pan Shenwen knew very well what this decision meant. He tried to negotiate: "Xu Jichu has been in Mohe for so many years and has not made any mistakes. I think he will not betray Mohe even if he abdicates, so..."

Lu Yan hung up the phone.

For him, the abdicated commander must be dealt with, otherwise there will be endless troubles, and there is no need to discuss this matter.

Qi Yan sat on the sofa chair and sighed, "I really don't want to be a conductor. There are too many things to do in my life, and my life will be lost accidentally."

"I'm here." Lu Yan pressed the back of the sofa chair and dragged the chair and her to his legs. He sat on the table with his long legs on the ground, "This time with Zhu Jiu, you Go with Xu Jichu and learn from him."

She looked at him in surprise, "You want me to go with him?"

Her eyes were full of disgust, "I won't go."

"I have to go." Lu Yan's voice was low, with a force that could not be refused.

She stood up immediately, turned around and walked out. Lu Yan grabbed her and threatened: "If you take another step forward, your legs will be broken."

She snorted coldly, "Okay, you fight! You fight!"

Lu Yan didn't want to really hit her. He held her hand and coaxed her in a gentle voice: "I'm just kidding."

She lowered her head as if embarrassed.

The more Lu Yan looked at her, the more he found her attractive. He tried to pull her to his side and coaxed her: "Be with me."

She frowned after hearing this, "It's not necessary. To others, it seems like I'm only doing this to you for the commanding position."

"No one dares to gossip." Lu Yan was talking to her as if discussing, without the usual sense of oppression as a superior person, "Qi Yan, will you be my girlfriend?"

He bent down, getting closer and closer.

He seemed to be as cautious as he was when he was young, looking forward to an answer.

He really liked her, and he liked her more and more.

He didn't like to engage in any drama of robbery, and he didn't want to force her. He could wait for her answer.

Lu Yan's knuckled hand rubbed her wrist, and a pleasant voice rang in her ears. His request was too sincere, as if he had handed his sincerity to her hand.

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