Lu Chengwen was on the phone with Jiang Xiaogou.
Lu Chengwen was unusually excited. "Brother Gou, I've got good news for you—huge news."
Jiang Xiaogou remained calm. "Go ahead. I'm listening."
"We got your money back!" Lu Chengwen said. "Surprised?! Was it unexpected!? Are you—happy!?"
Jiang Xiaogou said nothing.
Lu Chengwen continued animatedly, "That old bastard Ming Disha really is crafty, but I'm no pushover either! I raided his hideout. Guess how much money was in there? More than two hundred million dollars! And a whole chest of gold!"
"Don't be surprised. I was shocked too that the old guy had such a fortune stashed away! We've struck it rich this time!"
"Of course, as your little brother, I'll just take a little cut and give my men some compensation. The rest is all yours, big brother!"
"No need to thank me! There's absolutely no need!"
"Not only did we avoid losing money this time, we made a huge profit! What does that amount to? We left the principal with Ming Disha for a few days, and it doubled! Is there any business in the world more profitable than that!?"
"Ming Disha is probably crying himself unconscious in the bathroom right now. Anyone who lost that much money, hahaha! They'd probably want to die."
"Ah—! I can already picture Ming Disha's expression when he hears his vault was raided: agony, humiliation, rage, utter despair, wishing he were dead... like someone cut off his manhood and he had to watch several dogs fight over eating it! Hahaha!"
"Maybe that old bastard is so furious right now that his piss is yellow! He probably has to squat to pee too!"
Lu Chengwen softened his tone and calmed down. "Even though that old bastard Ming Disha got away, with this money in hand,