"Then... should we find a few more helpers? I mentioned to you last time, I have a cousin..."
"Let's talk about it later." Chen Yan coldly shook his head, walked over and picked up the money that had been counted on the ground. After looking at it, he separated a portion and threw it to Mandy: "Here's your share, take your money and shut your mouth. I want some peace and quiet now."
"Maybe we can go to the black neighborhood, those drug-dealing nigs..."
"You're a fucking black person too." Chen Yan glared sideways at Mandy.
Mandy shrugged indifferently: "I'm fucking African black, completely different from those North American blacks! They're the nigs, and my ancestors were never slaves."
Chen Yan laughed, glanced at this guy named Mandy, and couldn't be bothered with him. He slung the gun over his shoulder, turned around, and walked out of the room to get some fresh air outside.
After lighting a cigarette, Chen Yan took a puff and silently felt the real "harvest" of tonight.
