"Where are you? Let me see the materials first, we can make the transaction face to face."
"I'm currently trapped near the Myanmar border and can't return. There's a group of people looking for me everywhere." Qiu Jiahao's tone carried a hint of pleading, "Can you give me a hand? As long as you help me return safely, I'll sell this batch of jade to you at a low price; I'm begging you."
Qi Yun roughly guessed who those people were, feeling a sense of revelation, not expecting the situation to be so complicated.
Personally going to the border to pick someone up was out of the question.
The news broadcasts it eight hundred times a day; the situation over there is chaotic and mixed. He wouldn't put himself in danger for the other party.
Moreover, even if Qiu Jiahao's batch of jade was really gifted by someone else, it lacks the necessary documentation, and it's almost impossible to bring it back to the country legitimately without special connections.
