Randy Blake was kind of addicted to cigars lately. After lunch every day, Blake would get himself a cup of coffee, light a cigar, and sit quietly in the lounge, enjoying a moment of leisure.
Blake, after all, was the training center's Number Two, so few people would disturb him except Dai Li.
Dai Li came into the lounge, holding an extra-large tea cup with Chinese big-leaf tea in it. Dai Li had developed this habit in the Chinese domestic training team, where many coaches got a large tea cup with a handful of big tea leaves and enjoyed it the whole afternoon.
"Hi Dai Li, I heard you saw Derrickson. What did he want?" Blake puffed at his cigar and went on, "That guy didn't say what he wanted, just that he wanted to see you. I don't think he just came here to promote products, right?"
"He didn't come here to promote products, but to give me money. Really generous. He put a seven-digit check in front of me," said Dai Li with a smile.
