Mei Ling's Strategic Discussion

Mei Ling sat at her desk, her eyes scanning the trade report, calculating her next move. Her inner circle, a select group of loyal henchmen, stood around the room, awaiting her instructions. The quiet hum of a nearby air purifier was the only sound as the tension in the room thickened.

Mei Ling glanced up from the report. “It seems Shen Ai is making headway in Jakarta.”

Zhao, her lead enforcer, frowned. His muscular arms were crossed, and his sharp eyes were always scanning for threats. “His pharmaceutical plants don’t concern us, Mei. Shen Ai stays in his lane. It’s the export market we control.”

Mei Ling smiled at his confidence but didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence settle.

Chen, his logistics expert, leaned forward. He was the brains behind the smooth running of her kratom shipments.

Chen is seen seriously. “But Jakarta still leads. The numbers don’t lie. If Shen Ai extends beyond pharmaceuticals, he could shift the trade balance.”