The white man looked at Huo Jinnan and laughed, "Haha, Mr. Huo is truly a wealthy man."
Huo Jinnan also smiled, a restrained and reserved smile, "You want money, and I naturally have to have money."
The white man looked down at the cigar in front of him and lit one up, "I like dealing with smart people like Mr. Huo."
Huo Jinnan, "..."
The white man took a puff of his cigar and looked toward Huo Jinnan, his hand landing lightly on the spot next to the black man, tapping gently.
The black man handed a contract to the white man.
The white man flicked it, and the contract slid across the table toward Huo Jinnan, stopping right in front of him.
Huo Jinnan looked up, glanced at the white man, picked up the document, and looked through it.
The white man said, "I admit our demands are a bit excessive, but if not for Mr. Ye's sake, these demands wouldn't even be on the table. Perhaps my hitters aren't as skilled as Mr. Huo, but they can be quite a nuisance."
