"What are you thinking about? You name your salary, you've saved my life, what's this matter to me? But do you know how many graduates want to work in big companies in Shanghai?"
That sounded pretty good, it was a path nonetheless, I said, "Alright, give me your contact information. I'll give you my domestic phone number and contacts as well."
Old Huang gave me his business card, and underneath it, a stack of cash. I took it, wow, it was quite a sum.
He looked at me, "Keep the money, if I couldn't get ahold of you, couldn't reach Dr. Cheng, maybe I would have been done for. This guy really knows how to play young, over fifty and still calls me 'big brother'."
With the Euros he gave me in hand, I did indeed put in the effort, and pocketed it with a clear conscience.
"Oh, from the Foreign Studies Institute? No wonder."
