Chapter 712

Doing research? Yu Dazhang was now particularly sensitive to the word “research.”

Because he himself had once been a subject of research.

“Later…”

Zhang Jiangke was about to continue when Yu Dazhang suddenly interrupted:

“Wait a moment.”

He looked at Zhang Jiangke across from him, thought for a moment, and asked:

“Did that old Gu say what kind of research he was doing?”

This was important.

Research came in many forms—medicine, finance, military, and so on.

These were just broad categories; if you broke them down further, the possibilities were endless.

So you couldn’t just guess the answer.

“He didn’t say.”

Zhang Jiangke shook his head:

“Usually, if the other party doesn’t volunteer the information, I don’t ask—and even if I did, it wouldn’t help. Old Gu clearly had strong opinions; if he didn’t want to tell you something, asking was pointless.”

As expected… Yu Dazhang hadn’t really expected much.

You couldn’t trust any of these people—not even their own families knew their true backgrounds.

“Go on.”

Yu Dazhang looked at him:

“What happened next?”

Caught off guard by the interruption, Zhang Jiangke’s train of thought was jumbled. He steadied himself, thought for a moment, then spoke slowly:

“After he rescued me, he told me the money used to save me actually came from someone else—that person wanted to make a deal with me.”

“Later, I had a voice call with that person and discussed potential cooperation.”

He paused briefly, organized his thoughts, then said:

“After some discussion, I felt the deal was beneficial to me, so I ultimately agreed to their terms.”

Seeing him skip over the details of the cooperation, Yu Dazhang frowned:

“What exactly did you discuss? I told you to focus on the key points, not ignore them.”

The nature of Zhang Jiangke’s cooperation with the other party was the crux of this conversation, yet he’d summed it up in one sentence.

He might have done it intentionally—but Yu Dazhang wouldn’t let this detail slip.

“Aren’t you already aware of it?”

Zhang Jiangke shot back, then explained:

“He pays, I provide people—if I agree to cooperate, he wipes out my gambling debt.”

“At first, I hesitated, because returning to China carried huge risks—domestic authorities were cracking down hard on human trafficking cases.”

He paused, then his face suddenly twisted with greed:

“But when he mentioned the price, I agreed right away.”

“High risk? Doesn’t matter—as long as the price is right, it’s fine.”

Total distributor… Looking at this smug trafficker before him, Yu Dazhang unconsciously clenched his teeth.

“What price did they offer you?”

Though he despised him, he still had to ask.

“For women aged eighteen to thirty-five, as long as they were healthy and free of any illness, each person was worth two hundred thousand.”

As if waiting for this question, Zhang Jiangke answered sharply:

“I even asked if people with disabilities would qualify—they said yes.”

“Meaning, as long as the body was functional, disabilities, intellectual deficiencies, or facial deformities were all acceptable.”

He paused briefly, then added:

“That widened the pool enormously and made the task much easier.”

“Most importantly, if the quality was high—say, fully limbed, symmetrical features, good physical condition—the price could reach up to three hundred thousand per person.”