Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Zhang Jian rolled his eyes and plopped back down in the rocking chair.

"Brother Zhao, do you think I'm a god?"

"From this distance, I can just make a phone call and they can conjure someone up for you instantly?"

"That's Dubai. The CIA's special operations team has already cast the net. How can we expect results so quickly?"

"Just wait and see."

"So... how long will it take?"

"Something could happen to the kite at any moment!"

Zhang Jian crossed his legs, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and lit one.

The system just provided the CIA's action timeline.

They expect to make arrests on "Kite" late at night two days later.

It's totally in time.

Not to mention, the wiring system has already been provided.

However, simply taking it out directly would seem a bit too fake.

"An hour or two?"

"I don't know either, but I've already told them to speed things up."

"Oh well, there's no use in being anxious. Everything takes time."

"Be patient, let's talk about something else while we're at it."

Zhang Jian exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Zhao Ping'an through the smoke.

"Director Chen just said that he'd name his price if I helped."

"Let's keep clear accounts, even between brothers. First, let's discuss this intelligence. What exactly can the family give me?"

Zhao Ping'an sat up straight, his expression becoming serious.

"Since Director Chen has said so, then as long as you bring it up, your family will definitely do its best to accommodate you."

"But speaking of which, what do you want this time?"

"money?"

Zhang Jian leaned back in his rocking chair, gazing at the starry sky above him, lost in thought.

Need money?

To be honest, he's not really short of money right now.

He had previously sold intelligence to the Revolutionary Guard, and with the money he received from his family, he now had tens of millions of US dollars in his account.

Although he's far from being as wealthy as the world's top billionaires, this amount of money is enough for him to cover his expenses in this kind of place.

Moreover, as long as the system is in hand, the money will only increase in the future.

Money wasn't the most important piece of information to him.

"Forget about the money."

Zhang Jian waved his hand.

"I have enough to spend for now."

Zhao Ping'an was stunned. Had this kid changed his ways?

Don't you usually love to calculate money?

"Well... how about I introduce you to someone?"

Zhao Ping'an tentatively spoke.

"At your age, it's definitely time for you to settle down and start a family."

"We have several female office workers in our unit who are all quite pretty and have respectable family backgrounds. How about I introduce you to them?"

Zhang Jian almost choked on a puff of smoke.

He looked at Zhao Ping'an as if he were a fool, waving his hands repeatedly.

"Give me a break!"

"You'll introduce me to someone?"

"It's obvious they're from your National Security Bureau."

"Haven't I learned my lesson from that blind date?"

"People in your line of work are all incredibly cunning; I don't want to fall into the same trap twice!"

Zhao Ping'an blushed and coughed twice to cover his embarrassment.

"So what exactly do you want?"

"honor?"

"Should we get you a first-class merit award? Or arrange a special internal status?"

Zhang Jian shook his head firmly.

"Don't be like that. The more honor you have, the faster you die."

"Look at those martyrs hanging on the wall, aren't they all wearing a bunch of medals on their chests?"

"I'm still young, I haven't lived enough yet."

"It's good to keep a low profile. Don't give me any of those fancy tricks."

Zhao Ping'an was completely at a loss and shrugged.

"You don't want money, you don't want your partner, you don't want honor."

"Brother, what exactly do you want? You have to say something!"

Zhang Jian's fingers, holding the cigarette, paused in mid-air as he pondered for a moment.

"There should be high-end elderly care services available back home, right?"

Zhao Ping'an was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"Elderly care services?"

Zhang Jian nodded, looking at the cigarette butt flickering between his fingers.

"My mother is old and lives alone in the country."

"I'm away from home every day, and I can't go back even once a year."

"I just don't feel at ease leaving an old lady like her at home."

"Alright then, I won't ask for anything else."

"You guys have a lot of energy at home, just keep an eye on my mom."

"Don't let anything happen to the old lady and leave her without anyone to take care of her. Consider this information as a way of exchanging it for top-notch care services."

Zhang Jian turned his head and looked at Zhao Ping'an, his tone more serious than ever before.

"The old lady gets bored staying at home alone most of the time. Why don't you send someone to keep her company, chat with her, and take her for a walk at the morning market?"

"If you encounter any difficulties, whether it's a clogged drain or some unreasonable relative or neighbor causing trouble, please help resolve it."

"Let's set the timeframe at one year for now."

"If I need to renew my subscription, I'll come back to you with other information in exchange."

Zhao Ping'an stared blankly at Zhang Jian with his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

That's it?

A strategic-level intelligence report concerning the very survival of the National Security Middle East intelligence network.

A route that allows the "kite" to evacuate.

How about switching to a one-year care service?

"Zhang Jian, are you serious?"

Zhao Ping'an looked at him and felt that this matter was somewhat absurd.

"Nonsense, do I look like I'm joking?"

Zhang Jian threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and stubbed it out.

"Go report to your Director Chen right away. If it works, great; if not, we'll find another one."

Zhao Ping'an quickly picked up the encrypted satellite phone on the table, ran to the other side of the yard, and dialed the number.

A few minutes later, Zhao Ping'an returned with a complicated expression and plopped down in a chair.

"What did Director Chen say?"

Zhang Jian raised an eyebrow.

"Director Chen said he would arrange this personally."

"He will select two of the most meticulous and skilled female field staff from headquarters to live near your mother's house as community volunteers."

"We're available 24/7, and we'll treat the old lady like our own mother."

Zhang Jian snapped his fingers in satisfaction.

"make a deal."

Zhao Pingan took a deep breath, leaned forward, and asked eagerly.

"Now, about the route..."