Ye Ranran understood. They were using the money from outsiders to nurture their own people.
"The Jun family may not be considered incorruptible throughout generations, but we also don’t indulge in reckless extravagance, let alone taking a single penny more from the people. Moreover, arms smuggling is not allowed domestically in the first place. What we’re doing is simply having better control over the domestic market."
Even the largest arms dealer in this country would not dare to smuggle, let alone the small fry underneath?
Of course, the actual situation is much more complex than can be summarised in a few words.
"I’ll explain more to you later. I’ll have my secretary come now. Would you like me to assign a couple of bodyguards to you?"
"Aren’t your secretaries the best bodyguards?" Ye Ranran suddenly said.
Caught off guard by her unusual tone, Jun Mochan paused as he was reaching for his phone: "What do you mean by that, Ranran?"
Since it had come to this, Ye Ranran did not hold back: "Did you specifically train those secretaries of yours?"
"No, why would you think that, Ranran?"
Isn’t that so? Ye Ranran was doubtful: "But they seem quite skilled."
Where would ordinary girls have such strength? And yet, they were even more beautiful than flowers. If it were anyone else, they’d scream at the slightest incident.
Who else could stay as calm as they were?
"I specifically sent them to learn taekwondo." He often took them to various cocktail parties, or sent them to wine feasts that he did not want to attend.
Their abilities were strong, and they were quite beautiful, it was inevitable that they would encounter some undesirable advances.
Some of the first ones couldn’t bear this and resigned. After he learned about it, he specifically hired a taekwondo teacher to train them.
"No wonder you don’t usually have secretaries around." Ye Ranran finally understood.
"I’m not raising them to be at my side." Jun Mochan pinched Ye Ranran’s face: "Are you no longer jealous?"
"Who’s jealous?" Ye Ranran would never admit it.
Jun Mochan didn’t call her out on it and started calling a secretary, asking her to rush to the villa.
"Do you need me to accompany you?"
"No need, you go ahead, I’ll call you after I’m done."
Without saying much else, Jun Mochan took his coat and left.
Ye Ranran returned to her room, changed out of her sleepwear into a sweater, and a blue woolen coat outside. She put on deep blue trousers and paired them with high heels.
Lastly, she completed the look with an impeccable smile.
She transformed immediately into an urban elite.
When meeting Ye Tianjing, she would never wish to wear flat shoes, as she would feel as though she loses to him in some respect.
Just as Ye Ranran finished drawing on her eyebrows, the secretary arrived.
Five secretaries stood neatly in front of Ye Ranran, a pleasing sight.
"Hmm, have you prepared all the documents?" Since Jun Mochan asked them to come, they should have prepared everything needed.
"Everything is in order. We have the money ready as well." The fourth secretary was holding a case.
Ye Ranran picked up the hat from the table: "In that case, let’s go."
In the Ye Corporation building, the foyer on the first floor was filled with dust. There were occasional pieces of paper, and the previous leather sofas were nowhere to be seen.
All that remained was a small table.
In the office area upstairs, desks and chairs were in disarray. The office’s door was hanging askew.
On the walls and desks, you could still see propaganda phrases and documents, sticky notes, all filled with writing.
Today’s tasks to be completed. Tomorrow’s plan that must be finished.
The prosperity of the past subtly appeared, but it made the current dilapidation even more striking.