Zhou Ping'an hung up the phone.
After some thought, he transferred thirty million Zhuxia currency to Lan Fengjiao's account.
This was already the second transaction.
"This time, I need a bit more rice, let's start with ten thousand tons, and try to get it to Dongjiang Wharf as much as possible. President Lan, you're well-connected, so I'll leave it to you."
"It's no big deal, existing channels. Though travel is not safe these days, the rapid development of technology has its advantages, at the very least, there is some excess of food."
Lan Fengjiao was very good at this.
The tasks Zhou Ping'an entrusted to her, though they seemed quite bizarre to the average person, she did not inquire about them at all, even the previous batch of food and supplies were sent over directly without waiting for Zhou Ping'an's payment.
The so-called overabundance of food.
This matter dates back to thirty years ago.
