Qi Yun searched for the names of the other files on his phone again, and the main characters were all high-ranking officials from Los Angeles. He looked up at Craig.

"Is this all?"

Craig was momentarily taken aback by the question, then he seemed irritated: "Isn’t this enough? Do you know what these things represent? Enough to ruin them completely!"

Qi Yun shook his head, pressing his cigarette butt into the ashtray: "I’m not saying your stuff isn’t good, I need the big shots, the real big shots."

Craig’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he stared at Qi Yun, seemingly reevaluating the young Oriental man.

The room fell silent. A few seconds later, he gulped down a big mouthful of whiskey, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes.

"You have guts."

"The stuff you want... I do have, but the price might not be what you expect."

"Name it," Qi Yun said succinctly.

Craig held up one finger: "One hundred million USD, and only in virtual currency or bearer bonds."

This number made Xiao Wu raise his eyebrows slightly, but Qi Yun didn’t even blink, knowing his good brother would foot the bill.

"I said money is not a problem, as long as your stuff satisfies me."

Craig took a deep breath, then scribbled a bunch of names on a piece of paper, pushing the paper toward Qi Yun: "These should be what you’re looking for."

Qi Yun took the piece of paper, his eyes quickly scanning over it.

The names on the paper weren’t many, only seven, but each one made his pupils slightly contract.

In the past two days, he had also learned about the key figures in power from the United States side, and the list contained only those heavyweight figures he knew.

Treasury Department, Secretary of State, Governor of California, and one name...

the deputy of the blonde.

To be honest, this list was somewhat beyond Qi Yun’s expectations; it was practically another ’Lolita Island’, and the guy in front of him was a big pimp.

"Vance?" Qi Yun pronounced the most significant name.

"Yes, you read that right, J.D. Vance..." Craig repeated the name, a look of mockery on his face.

"You know, Mr. Vice President has rather peculiar tastes. He likes listening to stories, especially when those... uh, beautiful stars recount their troubled pasts before him."

"The more detailed and real the stories, the more they can arouse his... sympathy or perhaps a certain interest..."

Qi Yun did not respond.

Craig licked his lips, pulling a very small storage chip disguised as a button from inside his suit and gently placed it on the table, pushing it to Qi Yun: "The content is all in here."

Qi Yun picked up the storage chip and put it into the reading device.

A few minutes later, he closed the laptop and stood up, saying: "Wait a moment, I’m making a phone call."

Craig’s face changed: "What are you trying to pull on me? I advise you best not to do so!"

"I wouldn’t dare bring things here for a deal if I were afraid of your tricks!"

Qi Yun stopped walking, looked back at him: "One hundred million isn’t a small sum. I need to let someone prepare it."

Craig’s eyes flickered but he said nothing more.

Qi Yun took the phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, dialing Fu Wentao’s number.

Things had gone somewhat beyond expectations, and he needed to inquire about the other’s opinion.

The call was quickly connected.

"How are things going?"

"You might not even imagine which people’s dirt this guy has in his hands..." Qi Yun briefly recounted, speaking in Chinese at a fast pace, not worried the foreigner could understand.

"Vance?" Fu Wentao was stunned after hearing, "Have you checked? Could it be AI-generated?"

"It shouldn’t be synthetic." If the intelligence system hadn’t sourced the information, Qi Yun might have suspected this.

Over the phone, Fu Wentao was silent for a few seconds, suddenly chuckled: "Haha, didn’t expect a pleasant surprise. Bring the stuff back."

"Okay."

Qi Yun hesitated for a moment and reminded, "Brother, dealing such a big hand, can you handle it?"

"Handle?" Fu Wentao sneered, "If I dare come here, there’s nothing I can’t handle."

"With one call, the American’s gas orders in Europe will decrease by one-third; by tomorrow, dozens of large factories will stop, and the public will have to hit the streets to protest."

Fu Wentao’s words were brimming with strong confidence, not based on blind belief, but on a massive resource network.

"They can refuse to help me, can even deny me entry to the United States market, but not foolishly enough to mess with me."

"Bring the stuff back with confidence."

Since Fu Wentao had calculated, Qi Yun no longer worried: "Alright, I understand."

Saying this, he glanced back at the somewhat anxious Craig and continued, "As for this broker..."

He originally thought someone would naturally deal with the guy later, but the material was too potent, maybe it’s best to take some confidentiality measures.

Fu Wentao understood his meaning: "You finish the deal, I’ll have someone handle the rest."

"Alright." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Qi Yun hung up the phone, went back to the sofa and sat down, "I’ll take the stuff...."

...

Meanwhile, in Washington’s Caver Langston Community.

This had once been a very active gang area, even now, many Brothers Hei still use it as a base.

Inside a smoky bar off the main street, two old blacks sit facing each other.

One of them seemed very nervous, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

This person was the one selling NASA satellite observation data on the dark web, and sitting opposite him was Qi Yun’s good friend, Harris.