Hearing Mason's words, Li Wei didn't say much, just smiled to himself.
"A lot of people are interested in my sports drink," he said lightly. "I appreciate the attention."
As he spoke, Li Wei looked down, adjusted the golf ball on the tee, and methodically selected a 7-iron.
"I came here with hard cash," Mason continued. "Real, piping-hot Franklin greenbacks, enough to cover this entire golf course."
Don Quixote, standing to the side, gave a knowing smile upon hearing Mason's words. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Director Harrison tactfully took two steps back and began studying his own collector-grade putter.
