Da Mao was very familiar with the workings of the jade trade. Of course, that meant he knew about the King of Old Hpakant and his family affairs. When he heard what Zhong Dapao said, he shook his head fervently. "No, no, no! I'm not going to work for them, or there's no telling when I'll die!"
Zhong Dapao kept silent. The men from the other side had already marched up to them and were standing outside their car. For better or for worse, they had to go deal with them or risk being thought of as arrogant and unreliable.
The man in the white suit smiled at the sight of Zhong Dapao. "It's been a while, Mr. Zhong."
Zhong Dapao clenched his fists. "Hey, Mr. Tun Khin, it's been a long time indeed. You're in my way. Is there something I can help you with?"
The man responded, "I know you're the kind to cut to the chase instead of beating around the bush, so I'll get straight to it. Is there a Mr. Mao in your car? Mr. Suo Mo wishes to meet him."
