Back in Chinatown, Mo Jiaolan and Ling Yao were still having coffee.
Seeing Ling Feng return, Mo Jiaolan immediately asked, "What did you discuss?"
"Haha, talked about a business deal. Although it's not finalized yet, I know this time I've got the Americans!" Ling Feng chuckled.
"What kind of business?"
Hearing this, Mo Jiaolan's interest was piqued immediately.
Ling Feng smiled and explained how the Americans wanted him to train their talents.
After hearing this, Mo Jiaolan, though tempted by the 100 billion in funding, felt it was a big risk and furrowed her brows, saying, "Don't just think about the money. With so many people going to the training school, lots of issues could arise!"
"Don't worry, I've considered that."
Ling Feng smiled, "Even if they send in quite a few spies, it's fine. They can't leave the school, so they won't be able to gather any intel. Besides, I'll have Chu Xing arrange people to keep an eye on them!"
