Originally, tonight was supposed to be the last day of the deadline, but Tan Shuya ultimately couldn’t gather the five million to hand over to Nan Moyan and his men.

Inside the villa, Nan Moyan was sitting on the living room sofa, leaning back against it with a somewhat lazy posture, his gaze lightly falling to the side.

Brother Ping stood beside Nan Moyan, looking a bit displeased, and angrily spoke, "Is that Tan Shuya playing us? The agreed time was clearly tonight, but now the time is almost up, and she still hasn’t brought the five million to us... The call can’t get through, and I’ve heard she’s not at the Shallow Bay villa... What exactly is that woman planning?"

Nan Moyan’s face showed no expression, with one hand placed on the armrest, occasionally tapping it, producing a very soft ’dong’ sound.

Only after Brother Ping finished complaining did Nan Moyan speak to him, "Since Miss Tan doesn’t keep her word, we don’t need to keep all three of them here anymore. After all, having three extra mouths to feed is quite an expense."

Nearby, Xiaoye was playing a game on his phone, and his character was instantly killed by the opponent, but he didn’t care much about it, instead asking his boss, "Boss, are you planning to send those two pretty sisters and that granny back?"

Hearing this, Nan Moyan frowned and immediately corrected, "That granny and aunty, not aunty and sister..."

Xiaoye quickly puckered his lips unhappily, "But those two sisters are even younger than you, so should I be calling you uncle?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Nan Moyan "...Forget it, you can still call them aunty and sister."

Uncle...

Is he really that old?

Xiaoye promptly put down the phone; it was Nan Moyan’s phone, always given to him to play with. Originally, Nan Moyan planned to buy him a phone, but Xiaoye didn’t want one, feeling it would be useless as he didn’t need to make calls.

Everyone among them had a phone, and they were the latest iPhone models, all bought by Nan Moyan, but many didn’t know the functions, usually letting Xiaoye explore and then teach them.

They were considered an organization, but more like a big family, as Nan Moyan treated everyone as brothers as long as they were loyal to him.

Seeing Xiaoye wanting to speak yet holding back, Nan Moyan naturally understood what he wanted to say. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "You really like Song Qiao?"

Xiaoye nodded, but quickly shook his head afterward.

Nan Moyan frowned displeased, "What do you mean by shaking your head and nodding?"

Xiaoye explained, "That sister is very easy to talk to, and she cooks delicious meals. I just think if that sister leaves, who’s going to cook for us?"

Beside them, Brother Ping couldn’t help but twitch his mouth at Xiaoye’s words, then raised his hand to slap Xiaoye lightly on the back of his head, speaking without much force, "Is food all you care about? A meal bribed you?"

Xiaoye covered his head, "Brother Ping, you’re wrong about me. I just think that sister’s cooking is good. Look how many years we’ve been eating fast food; we’re sick of it already. Besides, even if a meal bribed me, I’m sure I’m not the only one. Don’t you think that sister’s cooking is really good?"

After speaking, he playfully winked at Brother Ping.

Brother Ping nearly raised his head to hit him again, but finally restrained himself, taking a while before saying, "Is food all you care about?"

But it must be said, Song Qiao’s culinary skills are indeed impressive. After a few meals, they felt like they tasted the world’s delicacies. Earlier today, he even heard the younger brothers secretly praising Song Qiao’s cooking.

After eating fast food for so many years, they were tired of it. Suddenly having a delicious meal at home, eating together, inevitably brought some emotions.

Nan Moyan sat there motionless, but calmly said, "We won’t stay in An City much longer. If you really enjoy eating like these past days, I’ll hire a few housekeeping aunty to cook for you."

Brother Ping was taken aback, "Boss, we’re leaving An City?"

Nan Moyan responded affirmatively, looking towards the direction of the basement, his eyes deepening, "Once I handle things here, we’ll leave."

Brother Ping opened his mouth, wanting to suddenly ask if he was not looking for family, but couldn’t say it aloud.

Nan Moyan stood up directly, ignoring the expressions and reactions of the two, instructing, "Everyone should rest well tonight. Tell the brothers they don’t need to be on watch. Tomorrow, find someone to contact CK Group’s president, Lu Jingchen, and ask him for two billion..."

"Two billion??" Xiaoye exclaimed with wide eyes, shocked, "Boss, isn’t that too much?"

Two billion...

All their assets combined didn’t reach one billion, at most only eight hundred million, given their usual expenses were quite high.

For Xiaoye, two billion was really a huge sum, he had never seen such an amount, inevitably feeling surprised.

Nan Moyan smiled meaningfully, "A CK Group VIP client profile, plus Mrs. Lu, Lady Lu, and President Lu’s sister-in-law; two billion isn’t much, he’ll give it to us. Don’t worry; contact him, and if he refuses... well, just say if he doesn’t give it, we’ll tear the ticket."

CK Group is massive, having expanded both domestically and abroad in recent years, with branches in major cities like Italy, Paris, and London.

Two billion isn’t much for such a large CK Group, nor for CK Group’s president, Lu Jingchen.

After all, Lu Jingchen isn’t just a president; he secretly has other developments and income.

For instance, the military arms deal business, he also delved into those profitable ventures.

Bringing in at least several billion annually, even tens of billions into his pocket, so two billion isn’t a big deal.

He believes Lu Jingchen will give it to them without hesitation.