Qin Jiran sat beside Old Master Su, his back ramrod straight, listening more than talking and diligently pouring water. As he listened, shock swelled within him, beyond description.
Who exactly were these people coming to Old Master Su's birthday celebration? Why did their conversation span such a broad range that it made him feel as though they were from a different world?
Private jets, private islands, luxury yachts—it seemed normal, given the Su family's wealth which could rival countries.
Smuggling, arms trade, drugs—these too weren't surprising, he already knew the Su family's business wasn't all aboveboard.
But why were there discussions on intelligence from other countries, mercenaries, and wars? He knew that many countries were embroiled in conflict, but what did that have to do with the Su family?
