Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, and Zhao Ritian sat in the lounge.
Zhao Ritian ate fruit, his mouth going nonstop like a firepit.
Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian smoked as they watched the way he ate.
Long Aotian said, "This time, we're protecting Huo Wenting and getting money for the Elder Council. Ritian and I should get a share too, right?"
When Zhao Ritian heard that, he looked up. "Right! How did I not think of that? You told me to come, so I just followed along. I didn't even think about the money."
Lu Chengwen looked at Zhao Ritian. "I'll give you ten thousand. US dollars. How about it?"
Zhao Ritian got excited, his eyes lighting up. "Really!? One million... US dollars must be worth a lot, right?"
"Of course." Lu Chengwen was utterly suave.
Zhao Ritian slapped the table. "Deal!"
Long Aotian looked at him. "Zhao Ritian, have you never seen money before? They're talking about a huge deal worth over a hundred billion, and you let him send you off with ten thousand?"
Zhao Ritian was confused. "US dollars!"
Long Aotian rolled his eyes, looked at Lu Chengwen, and casually stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "There's no way I'm in the same price range as this idiot, right?"
"Of course not."
Lu Chengwen smiled and said, "Senior Disciple Brother has worked hard. One million US dollars."
"Wait!" Zhao Ritian was not having it. "Is there something wrong with my ears? Why is there such a big difference between my price and Long Aotian's?"
Lu Chengwen said, "Senior Disciple Brother is Senior Disciple Brother, and you are you. The reason I'm giving you nine hundred ninety thousand less is that the nine hundred ninety thousand is buying your benevolence, righteousness, and morality."
When Zhao Ritian heard that,