"How is that impossible? The Beijing market is bigger than you imagine, and I have contacts in the black markets of several nearby cities," Zong Xiaoping thought Jiang Yexun didn't believe in his abilities and immediately puffed up with pride.
But Jiang Yexun's gaze became even more disdainful. "What I mean is, do you think we can produce tens of thousands for you? We want to keep our lives spending the money we earn, not squandering it."
"But how could you be squandering it? If you send them to me, there's no way anything will happen. Even if there is, I won't reveal your identity," Zong Xiaoping assured as he patted his chest.
Jiang Yexun pursed his lips and scrutinized him for a while. He had a nagging feeling that Zong Xiaoping was a restless person and not very reliable.