260: C260 White Tiger

C260 White Tiger

A day's worth of competition passed quickly. Only after the referee announced that the Challenger League would begin tomorrow did the people in the arena slowly leave.

Big Beard was in the doorway of a room. He took a deep breath. He raised his hand to knock, but his hand froze just as it was about to knock on the door of the room.

Big Beard sighed lightly and lowered his hand.

Whenever the bearded man thought of the person inside, he would start to tremble uncontrollably.

Just as the bearded man was about to turn around and leave, an exceptionally deep voice came from within the room.

"Come in!"

Big Beard was taken aback. He pushed open the door, bowed, and walked in.

There was a chair, and on the chair sat a man. Judging by the width of his short hair and shoulders, it was a man.

The man was lying on the chair, his arms supported by the arms of the chair.

He held a lighted cigar in his left hand and a goblet in his right. There was half a cup of pale red liquid in the cup.

Just as Big Beard was hesitating over how to report this, the person sitting on the chair spoke up.

"How is the competition going?"

Big Beard's body suddenly trembled. He lowered his head and said respectfully, "General White Tiger, of the fifteen of us, eight of us have passed the first round."

"Only eight?" The man tapped his cigar on the armrest. "Just as I expected."

He lifted his wobbly goblet to his lips and took a sip. After a long while, he finally managed to "gulp gulp!" He swallowed everything in his mouth with a single gulp.

"Looks like those kids still haven't trained enough." He sighed and said, "Give them more training."

Big Beard lowered his head. "Yes."

Then, General White Tiger waved his hand and let Big Beard leave.

In the breeding base.

A staff member stood in Han Gao's office with a black food bag in his hand. Although he couldn't see what was in the bag, he could clearly see that there was something squirming inside.

That employee had an uneasy look on his face as he bowed and said to Han Gao, "Director Han, I made an appointment to meet him today."

Han Gao put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and asked: "How much money do you want?"

"Eight, eight thousand." The employee answered honestly. He was just a bit shy and didn't dare to hide anything from Han Gao.

"Eight thousand!" Han Gao stretched his aching waist and said, "8,000 yuan is a bit too little."

Without waiting for the employee to reply, Han Gao said with a sigh, "If you want 10,000 yuan, it's all yours."

Upon hearing 10,000, the employee was shocked. He carefully asked, "Director Han, is 10,000 really okay?"

"Good, what's wrong with that?" Han Gao pointed at the black bag in the employee's hand, "That person will definitely know how precious our earthworms are."

"This …" The staff was still hesitating.

Han Gao waved at him, "Go, go. Don't make others wait." With that, he picked up the pen on the table and lowered his head to continue his work.

The staff walked out of the office, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, he shook his head and headed for the factory door.

Han Gao lit up a cigarette, walked to the office and watched the employees leave the factory. He took out his phone, edited a message and sent it out.1

"This is what you want." The employee walked into a small alley and raised the bag in his hand towards a man who had covered his face tightly.

"I want to inspect the goods first!" The masked man was surprised. He did not believe that a small employee could bring out so many good things.

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