"Huo Chen, what are you doing, just spit it out if there's something, what's with the money?" Xu Dalizi said as his eyes stuck desperately on the banknotes in Huo Chen's hand, a greedy look that couldn't be concealed.
Huo Chen threw all the money on the table and leaned back in the chair, tapping his fingers on the tabletop. "This is just some money for meeting you.
If you can get this job done for me, I'll give each of you a thousand yuan."
"How much?"
"A thousand yuan!" Xu Dalizi desperately swallowed his saliva, and couldn't wait to ask, "What's the job, Huo Chen, just tell me, no matter what it is, I'll make sure to get it done for you."
Huo Chen found his quick change of attitude amusing. He beckoned Xu Dalizi over, whispered a few words into his ear, and then turned and left.
Xu Dalizi sent Huo Chen off as if he were seeing off the God of Wealth.
Sun Yiliang just happened to pass by, saw Huo Chen, and quickly pulled Xu Qingqing back several steps.
