Plan C
"Cheers!"
Four glass cups clinked gently together.
Inside the rather cramped room, three men and a woman sat cross - legged around a low table. The four, holding their cups, had fiery eyes.
Peanut shells and bread crumbs were scattered on the table.
"You're something, really something. What on earth have you done? You actually made that big - shot so surprised that his jaw nearly dropped." The woman leaned closer, her eyes full of allure.
"Hmm, should I tell?" The man lifted his cup to his lips, deliberately playing hard - to - get.
"If you don't tell, you're not a brother then." Another man raised his eyebrows.
"It's not that I don't want to tell, but if I do, I'm in big trouble." The man continued to create mystery, focusing on sipping his wine.
"Why?" The man sitting next to him asked in confusion.
"Because..." The man leaned in ambiguously. "He promised me that if I gave him the name of the inventor, he would give me all his property. But, I have to keep it a secret."
"Hey, you're not going to sell out for just a bit of money..." Another man said.
"Get out while you can. That's my principle." The man said in a low voice, and on purpose, he blew hot air onto the neck of the man beside him, making him laugh softly.
"Besides, with this money, Xiaomo and I can live comfortably for a lifetime, right?" The man playfully picked up the pull - ring of the beer can.
"Marry me? I'll give you a mansion, plus a yacht, and two unlimited - credit platinum cards. Take you to Europe in summer and to Tahiti in winter. We don't have to work 365 days a year. Just lie..."
"Pah, pah, pah. What nonsense you're talking." The man quickly covered the other's mouth. "Someone's listening."
"Oh, we were just about to go for a walk. Make yourself at home, feel free." The woman waved her hand and stood up unsteadily.
"Take care. I'll pay off the rent I owe you in one lump sum tomorrow." The man didn't turn his head. Instead, with a ferocious expression, he pressed himself on another man, making him struggle and laugh loudly. "You're so heavy. Get off me quickly!"
"Oh? I have to calculate this carefully. For two people? Charge you 10,000 per person per month. By now, you exactly owe 2.4 million. In these unstable times, only cash or checks are accepted." The woman hiccuped.
"Don't worry. No problem." The man turned his head and laughed at them. "I won't renege. Are you still afraid that..."
However, halfway through his words, as a shadow fell, the man's face suddenly turned deathly pale. Not only him, the other three people looked in the direction he was staring at. Several men had entered the door and were standing in the entrance hall.
"Which one is Tony Zhang? We need you to come with us."
In the hands of the five men were shiny black firearms.
