"Prepare two million—in cash—and I'll see if I can find someone to get you a bit of it." The drunk young man grinned, his eyes rolled back. He did not appear drunk, but that he was actually under the influence of drugs.
The overweight man who called himself "Master Zeng," smiled as he bowed hastily. "Then I'll go prepare it. When will you have it?"
"Be patient, I'll give you an update in two days." The young man belched and took out his phone. He called his cousin as he waved goodbye to Master Zeng and said in a drunken slur, "Sister, today it's my treat. I'm gonna celebrate you passing the interview. Come to room 518 on the top floor of Fortune Palace. See you here!"
