The two of them shopped for an entire day. By the afternoon, they finally ca out of the mall carrying bag after bag.
"An Hao, are you tired? I’m about to drop dead. How about we find a place to sit down, rest, and grab a cup of coffee?" Lin Qiushu’s legs were sore from all the walking, and she urgently needed a break.
"Sure, I don’t mind. As long as you want to shop, I’ll stick with you to the end!" An Hao’s stamina was still excellent; she had no problem standing in surgery for hours without moving.
In fact, standing in surgery was far more exhausting than shopping.
"I know a coffee shop not far from here, and it’s only recently opened. Their coffee tastes pretty authentic. Co on, it’s my treat!" Lin Qiushu called for An Hao to follow her.
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Across the street, diagonally opposite Friendship Mall, there was a coffee shop.
The shop’s na was Carved Ti.
This coffee shop had a very distinct style. Pushing open the door, one might feel as though they’d stepped into a quaint foreign town.
Coffee shops like this were quite rare in Nancheng City.
In the corner of the café, two n were seated.
One was dressed in a formal suit, his businessman’s aura evident at a glance. Everything about him reeked of money; even his eyes brimd with a hunger for wealth.
Sitting across from him was a man in casual attire, wearing a trendy foreign baseball cap.
The brim of the cap shaded his eyes, revealing only the lower half of his face. But from the side, one could tell that this man was very young, with features that seed sharp and symtrical.
The two n, with their wildly different styles, sitting together for coffee—it was indeed an intriguing sight.
"The coffee here tastes great! During my ti away from M country, I worried that I’d no longer be accustod to food back ho. But now I see my concerns were totally unnecessary," the young man remarked as he savored his coffee.
"Boss, if you enjoy staying in Nancheng, you’re more than welco to live here for a while! I don’t have much going on, so I could take you around," the other man offered.
"Cunning Fox. No, I should call you Hou Zicheng—Boss Hou! If you spend all your ti hanging around with , then tell , are you planning to survive on air for the rest of your days? Or are you suggesting I join you in starving?" The young man raised an eyebrow and glared at him.
"Cang Lang! I’ve already tried my best. Lately, the National Security Bureau has been cracking down hard. One after another, my n have been taken out! Last ti, just to gather intel on a secret, I even lost my most capable assistant, ’Wildcat’!" Hou Zicheng grimaced at the thought.
After all, good spies were not easy to cultivate.
There were plenty of people dealing in stolen intelligence. Many of them were directly sent from overseas; once they obtained information, they could imdiately cash in on it.
But for people like them, who operated as part of an organization, every piece of intelligence their mbers gathered had to be encrypted and sent back to headquarters. Only after headquarters sold the information could they receive paynt.
If the information they obtained had already been stolen by foreign operatives who had infiltrated the country, and those operatives gathered the data before they did,
then their stolen intel would be unsellable, rendered useless.
Cang Lang, despite his young age, had an incredibly strategic mind.
He heavily invested in training and supporting intelligence operatives, then deployed them across the globe, embedding them deep within national institutions to obtain firsthand information at all costs.
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