"Clearwater Nuclear Power Plant?" Mole's eyes narrowed.
"Is there a problem?" asked Jiang Chen.
"Of course not." Upon hiring his employer's problems, Mole immediately shook his head and smiled slyly. "Respecting the privacy of customers is the foundation of our industry, but I have to remind you that it isn't an interesting place."
Mole's statement made Jiang Chen grin.
"What's there?"
"Rumors, just rumors." He paused for a moment. Mole built enough suspense and pointed up with one finger. "10 crystals."
Jiang Chen's eyebrows furrowed and Chen Guangning stood up immediately while slamming on the table.
"You're ripping him off—"
Jiang Chen raised his hand and stopped Chen Guangning, who was about to argue. He threw out a thumb-sized crystal and tossed it on the table. The pupils of Mole immediately dilated then contracted. He didn't see where the crystal came from.
