“Nice to meet you, Mister Su. That’s quite a name you’ve got there…” Jianwen sweated a bit.
“Haha…” Jiaonang laughed at the comment. “The same name as Master Su in the other room. Rest assured, Master An, the walls here are soundproof- we can’t hear anything else from beyond the walls as well, right?”
(check back later when I ask some friends from china about the name)
(so jiaonang means pill… and we don’t have any idea why that’s ‘quite a name’...)
Jianwen nodded. “Cihua Bro, I understand that you’re aware of our family trade- my elder brother used to be in charge of the business here in Songshan. I don’t care how he operates, but I’ve always heard about your name, Cihua Bro, and the underground strength that comes along with it. I’ve specifically come to pay you a visit!”
Jianwen’s words soothed Cihua. Naturally, he was also aware of exactly what that family trade was- the trafficking and trade of organs!
