Lin Haihu was quite annoyed. After hemming and hawing for an age, upon realizing Zhang Kun was steadfast, he said, "My cousin, that's Boss Yan Fei, he just called the bank to buy gold, to distribute gold 'rice bowls' at work... Would you say that counts as news, or not? How about two hundred... a hundred bucks okay? If you don't even give me a hundred, I'm not calling again, okay?"
"A hundred, then a hundred it is, but I'll go when you distribute them, and take some photos on-site. Sound good?" Zhang Kun couldn't afford to offend the cousin of Boss Yan. Luckily, a hundred bucks wasn't too much, so he agreed.
It's always these nepotistic relationships that give people the most headaches. If this kid is unsatisfied, missing out on a few reports is the least of his problems—the real worry is his potential to cause trouble. Some people might not be great at succeeding, but their capacity for mischief... that's another story.
