Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Ali and Haishan left with their equipment.

Zhang Jian then turned and walked towards the backyard.

Pushing open the wooden door to the backyard, a wave of steam hits you.

Shahra was sitting on a low stool, holding a dry towel in her hand, and awkwardly drying the little girl's hair.

After washing away all the mud, the little guy finally revealed his true appearance.

She had very fair skin and deep-set features, a typical Persian beauty.

Having been wandering outside for so long, he has clearly lost a lot of weight.

Shahra put her spare T-shirt on her.

The hem of the dress covered the little girl's knees, and the sleeves were rolled up several times to barely reveal her wrists.

Hearing the door open, the little girl shrank back in fright and instinctively hid in Shahra's arms.

Shahra stopped what she was doing and looked up at her.

"Resolved?"

Zhang Jian crossed his arms, leaned against the door frame, and nodded.

"They sent him away, and I also collected some compensation for emotional distress."

Shahra did not continue the topic.

She didn't even consider a small gang in the South District a threat.

He casually draped the towel over the rack next to him.

"Oh, right, I have some bad news for you."

She pulled the little girl in front of her and helped her straighten her messy collar.

"Lare said she couldn't remember which door the key could open."

Zhang Jian raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Lare? That's her name?"

"right."

Shahra nodded.

"However, she said she would recognize the door if she saw it."

Zhang Jian looked at Lalei, who was hiding beside Shahra's legs and only dared to show half of her face.

A child around four years old.

Being able to remember one's own name and hold onto that key tightly is already considered a rare gift.

Expecting her to give precise street names and house numbers is indeed asking too much.

"Okay, I understand."

Zhang Jian straightened up and his gaze fell on the little girl who was secretly watching him.

He made a face at the little guy before turning and leaving the backyard.

"System, check the location of the vault corresponding to this key of the Mui family."

[Ding! Target intelligence retrieval in progress...]

[This intelligence is classified as highly valuable and confidential; a deduction of $200,000 is required. Do you wish to pay?]

Zhang Jian's cheek twitched.

No, it's just checking the location, why is it so expensive!

Could it be that……

Does the system also want a piece of the pie?

He had just extorted 200,000 from the Viper Gang, and now he had to send it to the system.

This is leaving not a single penny for myself!

But what can we do now?

Forget it.

Zhang Jian sighed.

"Pay."

Two hundred thousand US dollars disappeared from the account in an instant.

[Ding, search complete.]

[Location of the Muy family's secret treasure vault: 117 Fatima Street, East Tehran; a converted underground air-raid shelter.]

Zhang Jian stared blankly at the information before him.

East District?

He checked the address provided by the system again.

It is indeed the East District.

That's not right.

The Mui family's businesses are all in the North District, so why would they put their most valuable assets in the East District?

This is completely contrary to the rules of gang territorial division.

Treasures hidden across regions.

Once the forces in the Eastern District discover this, won't they drain him dry?

"System, does the Mui family have businesses in the Eastern District?"

[Ding! Additional information requires a payment of $5,000. Pay now?]

"pay!"

Zhang Jian gritted his teeth.

The Mooy family has no direct assets in the Eastern District.

"Then why is the Mui family's treasury located in the East District?"

"Just deduct the amount you need."

As a result, the money in Zhang Jian's account decreased further.

The deceased head of the Mui family was a classmate of the current head of the Mohammed family in the eastern district of Pul, and the two had an excellent relationship.

During their studies abroad, the two were members of the same secret society, and a deep-rooted network of mutual benefits existed between them.

Zhang Jian rubbed his temples.

Things are getting more and more complicated.

He had only been doing business in Tehran for three years, so his understanding of this deeply entrenched local family was extremely limited.

He walked to the corridor leading to the hall and shouted outside.

"Farhad, come here for a second."

Soon, Fahad came over.

"Boss."

Zhang Jian pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit."

After the two were seated, he continued to ask questions.

"Fahd, how much did you know about the Pul Mohammed family in the Eastern District when you were in the intelligence department?"

Upon hearing this, Fahad's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and the muscles on his face twitched twice.

"Boss, don't tell me that little girl's key is also connected to the Puer Mohammed family."

"Most likely."

Zhang Jian didn't hide it from him.

"The treasure vault is located in the East District."

"This is a huge problem!"

Farhad lowered his voice and leaned closer to Zhang Jian.

"Boss, let's put it this way."

"The Taresh family are key agents of the Zaindashti 'Friends Club,' controlling money laundering and drug trafficking in northern Tehran."

"Their main businesses are money laundering, debt collection, high-end bodyguards, and political bribery."

"They even achieve their goals through marriage alliances with high-ranking officials."

"But the Puer Mohammed family is different."

"They're the local tyrants of the East District!"

"They don't just deal in drugs; they also handle arms trafficking, smuggling, kidnapping, and extortion!"

"Those large auto parts markets and logistics parks in the eastern district are all their businesses."

"It appears to be a legitimate business."

"Behind the scenes, 60% of the weapons and ammunition in Tehran's underground black market come from their hands!"

Zhang Jian touched his chin.

"So, your strength is even greater than the Taresh family?"

"The focus is different."

Farhad shook his head.

"The Taresh family is backed by the 'Friends Club,' relying on high-level connections and highly profitable industries."

"The Purmuhammad family is a purely local powerful family with deep roots, and they have a large number of daring and desperate criminals under their command."

"These two families are actually not on good terms."

"The Taresh family is Azerbaijan, and they are from the Zaindashti."

"The Puer Muhammad family is of Persian ethnicity and rose to power through the Bagbani group of the Holy City Brigade, acting as agents of the Persians."

"The two sides are not so harmonious. Puer Mohammed is still causing trouble for the Rafi'i family in the south of the city every day."

"It should be noted that the Rafii family is also part of the Zaindashti system, and they are even the chief partners of Zaindashti."

"It's just that the Taresh family has never gotten involved in their affairs."

Farhad suddenly stopped at this point.

"I see!"

He clapped his hands suddenly.

"Boss, do you remember what I just told you?"

"The Mui family was destroyed because they offended the Taresh family?"

Zhang Jian nodded.

"There were also speculations within the intelligence department at the time."

"While the Mui family is not small in size, how dare they provoke a behemoth like the Taresh family?"

"Unless they have someone backing them up!"

"Now it seems..."

"The one backing us is undoubtedly the Puer Mohammed family!"