Martin opened his eyes irritably and sized up the other party, "Otherwise what? Should I call Los Angeles and ask my LA brothers to rush over in a week? You simply don't understand. This isn't me showing weakness; it's me worrying about the film crew losing more money for every day we're delayed."
"I... sir, if I could save you this hundred thousand dollars—could you give me, not fifty, but thirty thousand of it?" the young black man named Albert tentatively asked a question.
As soon as Martin heard he could save a lot of money, he became interested, "You can save me that money?"
"I should be able to, sir. I know that street gang, and I've dealt with them before."
"No problem, if you can solve this issue for me, I'll give you thirty thousand dollars," Martin said.
The young man asked, "May I borrow your cell phone for a moment?"
Martin handed the young man the mobile phone from beside him. Taking the phone, the young man sat down at a distance and dialed a number.
