"Chan, Kernor and I saw your performance yesterday very clearly. It wouldn't surprise me if a person like you owned a company or was a millionaire."
"But on one hand, you talk about owning a company, and on the other, you beg on the streets and fight with this idiot. Are you trying to experience life or something?"
Scott had seen a lot, but it was the first time he had seen a company owner who liked to beg on the streets for a living.
There's no shortage of oddities in America, but Cheng Daqi still managed to astonish him.
"Let's put it this way, this is a contract I've just signed with a client. You can take a look."
He took out the contract that Temir had just written, extracted the part about the payment, and handed the rest to Scott.
Kernor's big head and the unfortunate old soldier's blond head came together as they carefully examined the contract.
"Are your clients those two beauties we just saw?" Kernor asked, his voice trembling with sheer anticipation.
