Long Yifan, who had been sitting quietly, saw the change in her face. He leaned forward, took the agreement from her hands, and began reading.
His expression grew darker with every line he read.
By the time he reached the end, his whole face was filled with anger.
"This…" he hissed. "This is what you meant by 'official mission'?"
He stood up sharply, glaring straight at Feng Lian.
"So you're going to let her do all the work, get the keys, give them to your country… and what does she get? A few small privileges and money, but even that through EMI's?"
Feng Lian looked uncomfortable. "I-I didn't want it to be like this. It was the higher-ups who..."
"One trillion dollars," Long Yifan cut in. "That was the reward promised. Now you are saying that you will pay her in EMI. Like she's begging on the street?"
Feng Lian took a breath and tried to calm things down.
"You have to understand. One trillion is a huge amount. Even our country has to prepare for that."
