Song Qiao chuckled softly, giving Luo Zhimeng a deep look and speaking with a knowing tone.
"I didn't expect you to be quite something yourself, to come up with a plan like this."
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhimeng rolled her eyes. For some reason, she felt that Song Qiao's words were patronizing, as if talking to a child.
The situation was already chaotic. If they didn't involve the Guo family, the mine would remain in a state of balance, with no one interfering with another.
But if the Guo family entered the fray for the mine, the waters would immediately become turbulent, leading to an intensely fierce struggle among the major factions.
That would be their prime opportunity to deal with the Guo family.
With this thought, Luo Zhimeng's gaze suddenly turned exceptionally cold, filled with murderous intent.
As long as Song Qiao's side was fine and the plan proceeded smoothly, their Luo family would have absolute certainty this time.
Sensing the surge of killing intent beside him, Song Qiao sighed gently, shaking his head without a word. He then shifted his gaze to Mo Ling, who had been mostly silent, and asked softly.
"So, what's the mission you called me here for?"
After speaking, he thought for a moment and pointed to Luo Zhimeng, who was clearly annoyed, and asked.
"Is it to protect her?"
Mentioned Luo Zhimeng slightly raised her head, looking at Song Qiao with surprise.
Mo Ling couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a muffled laugh.
"It's not."
"Not?" Song Qiao was taken aback.
"That's right," Mo Ling nodded, crossing her arms with a smile. "Your main mission this time is to escort a batch of medicinal materials. Protecting Luo Zhimeng is just a secondary objective."
Hearing the phrase "secondary objective," Luo Zhimeng's face darkened, and she let out a soft hmph, but didn't argue.
Indeed, that batch of medicinal materials was more important than her, and that was undeniable.
Mo Ling continued to look at Song Qiao.
"If these medicinal materials are lost to the Luo family, they will be completely stifled by those Western countries in terms of raw materials, unable to move an inch."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao's pupils slightly contracted, and he gave Luo Zhimeng a deep look.
Given this, he could already imagine the perilous situation the Luo family was in.
Luo Zhimeng slightly lowered her eyelids, clenching her fists and biting her red lips, remaining silent.
Noticing Song Qiao's gaze, Mo Ling couldn't help but sigh.
"I believe you've also realized that the Luo family is not only a thorn in the side of the South Asian authorities but also considered weeds that need to be cleared by other international powers."
He hadn't expected it to be like this.
Song Qiao nodded silently. The group had already walked for quite a while, and they had arrived at a less crowded spot.
Just as the two women started to feel a little anxious, Song Qiao suddenly said.
"The Luo family's plan might not be very effective."
"The Guo family is not as simple as you think; their strength is not fully revealed on the surface."
As he spoke, Song Qiao looked at the two women, whose expressions had slightly changed, and said softly.
"Your intelligence is not very accurate. The Guo family's backing is complex and not easy to deal with."
By this point, the two women had basically understood Song Qiao's meaning.
Clearly, Song Qiao was not optimistic about the Luo family's current operation.
This caused Luo Zhimeng's face to turn anxious.
She stopped walking, grabbed Song Qiao's arm, and said in a slightly flustered tone.
"No, if we work together, there shouldn't be any problem."
At this moment, Song Qiao raised an eyebrow, took out his phone, took a picture, and looked at it, teasing with a smile, "We?"
The emphasis on these two words was significant.
Luo Zhimeng froze for a moment, while Mo Ling pouted. "Don't just mimic that celebrity's meme. We're discussing serious matters here."
"I think you should consider, what are the chances of success in this endeavor."
Hearing this, Song Qiao laughed heartily, patted Luo Zhimeng's shoulder, and then fell into deep thought.
The two women exchanged a look and tacitly closed their mouths.
They knew that it was best to remain silent at this time to avoid disturbing Song Qiao.
This was no small matter; it concerned the lives of many.
After a brief period of contemplation, Song Qiao's slightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and a smile reappeared on his face.
Seeing this smile, the two women immediately felt relieved.
Facing Song Qiao's demeanor, it seemed like there wouldn't be a major problem this time.
And Song Qiao did not disappoint them, softly agreeing.
"This plan is feasible."
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhimeng's eyes immediately lit up, and she quickly said.
"If that's the case, then the matter of the mine is entrusted to you. I believe you can handle it well."
As she spoke, excitement permeated every word from Luo Zhimeng.
In their Luo family's plan, the most crucial piece was Song Qiao's involvement.
As long as there were no issues with Song Qiao, the plan could proceed smoothly. Once the Guo family was drawn into the scheme, everything else would be fine. The Guo family was essentially destined to lose.
Song Qiao chuckled, ruffling Luo Zhimeng's hair. Luo Zhimeng touched her messy hair, her cheeks puffing out, and she looked displeased, glaring at Song Qiao.
"Stop messing with my hair. Tell me how this plan should be executed."
"I have it under control. I believe you both know that with me involved, the Guo family will definitely fall into our trap."
As he said this, Song Qiao's expression darkened slightly, and he said softly.
"As long as the mine is sold to Li Bingqing without leaving a trace, the Guo family will naturally step in. And the crucial part of this is how to sell it to Li Bingqing."
"This requires me to be the broker, right?"
Luo Zhimeng nodded, that was indeed the case.
If it weren't for Song Qiao's need to act as the broker, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find him through Mo Ling.
Song Qiao raised a hand to his chin, a pensive look on his face, and nodded.
"If that's the case, I have a good idea. But this plan doesn't benefit me much, and I'm usually so busy."
"Just the matters within the company, and then there's Modu. You know, the Modu assessment is coming up soon."
Speaking of Modu, Song Qiao's tone was full of helplessness. He truly had a lot on his plate recently.
Finding some time was difficult.
As he spoke, Song Qiao glanced at Luo Zhimeng.
Luo Zhimeng's previously excited expression stiffened. Her red lips parted slightly, and she stared blankly at Song Qiao.
Once she came to her senses, Luo Zhimeng's face turned crimson with exasperation.
She let go of Song Qiao's arm, stood in front of him, and glared up at him.
"Song Qiao! Stop pretending! Do you really have that many things to do? You can clearly make some time to help!"
The reluctance in Song Qiao's words was so obvious, how could she not understand it?
As she spoke, Luo Zhimeng gritted her teeth, looking at Song Qiao's innocent expression.
"If you help me, I'll wear black stockings for you every day!"
Mo Ling choked on her own saliva, her face filled with shock, her gaze flitting between the two.
Song Qiao's eyes lit up, and he immediately changed his tune.
"Busy or not, what kind of relationship do we have? I will definitely help you!"