Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

There was a few seconds of silence in the basement.

Taric was tied to a chair and stared at Nashid as if she were a madwoman.

This woman must be really crazy!

She's already in their hands, yet she still dares to make exorbitant demands. Does she really think they wouldn't dare kill her?

Five million US dollars.

Zhang Jian repeated the number, then suddenly chuckled.

Laughter echoed in the empty basement, cold and tinged with a hint of mockery.

Nashid felt uneasy at his laughter, but forced herself to ask.

"What are you laughing at? Think it's too much? You should know, this is your life-saving money!"

"Nashid, do you think you're exceptionally smart?"

Zhang Jian stopped smiling, leaned forward slightly, and stared into her eyes.

"You think you've got my weakness figured out?"

"You think that as long as you report this to the Rafi family, they'll come after me?"

Zhang Jian chuckled again.

Nashid thought he didn't believe her, so she forced herself to keep up the momentum and kept raising the stakes.

"Don't think I'm joking!"

"I'm telling you, I've packed everything about that little girl, as well as your approximate location, into my email."

She stared intently at Zhang Jian's face.

"and……"

"I also set the emails to be sent on a schedule."

"As long as I don't manually cancel it, those documents will be automatically sent to the Rafi family in 7 days."

"At that time, not only that little girl, but everyone in your shop will be wiped out!"

Nashid became more and more confident as she spoke, and even twisted her bound shoulders.

"You're all too familiar with the Rafi family's modus operandi!"

"Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free."

"Five million US dollars for so many of your lives, you're guaranteed to make a profit on this deal."

Quiet.

The basement was deathly quiet.

Hassan and Kamran, standing beside her, looked at her as if she were a fool.

Even Tariq, who was tied up to the side, couldn't help but close his eyes and curse in despair.

"idiot……"

"You're a hopeless idiot."

He now truly regrets it; how could he have accepted this crazy woman's job!

This is a complete scam!

Zhang Jian looked at the self-righteous woman in front of him, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He originally thought that anyone who dared to jump out and cause trouble at this time must have some brains.

After all that, he's just a fool blinded by greed.

"Farhad".

Zhang Jian lost all interest in replying to her, shook his head slightly, and stood up.

"Boss."

Farhad stepped forward.

"It's up to you now. Make sure it's clean."

Zhang Jian waved his hand, turned around and walked out.

It's a waste of time to talk to an opponent of that caliber.

Farhad responded with a cold expression.

He casually picked up a gleaming dagger from the shelf next to him and strode toward Nashid.

This completely panicked Nashid.

That's not how the script was written!

Normally, when the other party receives a scheduled email, shouldn't they hesitate to sit down and negotiate with her?

Why did you just flip the table like that!

As Farhad approached with the dagger, Nashid's eyes instantly filled with intense fear.

"etc!"

She shrank back as fast as she could, the chair scraping against the concrete floor with a screeching sound.

"Four million! Four million is fine too!"

Zhang Jian didn't stop walking; he had already reached the door.

Farhad walked up to her.

Without saying a word, he grabbed her chin, roughly turned her head upwards, and slashed the dagger in his other hand in front of her eyes.

“Wuwu!”

Nashid was so frightened that tears welled up instantly, and she shook her head and struggled desperately.

"Three million! No, two million!"

"Don't go! I have other things!"

Seeing that Zhang Jian had already opened the door and was about to leave, Nashid completely broke down and screamed with all her might.

"I have dirt on the Rafiki family!"

"Recordings they made in collaboration with the CIA!"

Zhang Jian paused slightly in his steps.

He turned his head and looked down at Nashid, whose mouth was being pinched by Fahad.

Seeing this, Fahad slowly released Nashid and moved the dagger a little further away.

Nashid was panting heavily.

My chest heaved violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked the back of my clothes.

"explain."

Zhang Jian uttered a single word calmly.

Nashid swallowed hard, no longer daring to hide anything.

"About two weeks ago, I was accompanying someone to play games at an underground casino in the southern district."

"While using the restroom, I happened to bump into Hamid Rafi, a core member of the Rafi family."

"He was walking into a VIP box with two white men."

"I vaguely heard them say something like, 'The military is currently cracking down hard.'"

Nashi spoke rapidly, as if afraid that Zhang Jian would turn around and leave again.

"So I was careful and pretended to be a waiter to bring them a fruit platter."

"I also put a voice recorder in there, which recorded their meeting."

"Although it's not a video, the audio is very clear."

"If you promise to let me go, then give me..."

"No, if you let me go, I'll give you the USB drive containing the recordings!"

"With this recording, the Rafiq family will absolutely not dare to touch you!"

Nashid looked up, her eyes filled with pleading.

This is her last trump card.

Originally, she planned to wait until things calmed down and then use the recording to blackmail the Rafi family for a large sum of money.

But right now, saving your life is the priority.

Zhang Jian stood on the steps without saying a word.

His gaze fell on the void, where the system panel, visible only to himself, had popped up.

"System, search for the location of the USB drive that Nashid mentioned."

[Ding! Intelligence retrieval in progress...]

Search successful. $8000 deducted.

[Target item: Black Kingston USB flash drive.]

[Current Location: Tehran Central Railway Station, Locker B, Locker Number 042, Password 7749.]

Looking at the precise information provided by the system, Zhang Jian's lips curled into a mocking smile.

He looked away and turned his gaze back to Nashid.

"Suleiman".

"exist."

Suleiman, stand at attention.

"Take some people to the central train station."

"Storage locker in Zone B, number 042, password 7749."

"Take the black USB drive back from inside."

boom!

The moment those words were spoken, the basement erupted in chaos.

Nashid's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He was struck dumb, frozen in his chair, completely motionless.

Her mind went blank.

Only she knows about that locker!

Just in case, she specifically changed three taxis and drove around most of Tehran to make sure no one was following her before letting her in.

The password had nothing to do with her information; she came up with it randomly.

There is absolutely no one else in the world who could know this except for herself!

But he...

How could he know so much?!

Even the password is exactly the same!