Savior (Part 2)

The intermediary Old Hand had introduced to Mister Mo was a young man named Wu Li. Dark-skinned and thin as a stick, he looked malnourished at first glance, perhaps even like a long-term drug user.

However, his eyes were bright, his steps light, and his mind quick. After only a few brief exchanges with Mister Mo, he had grasped the situation. The workshops he selected were not entirely satisfactory, but each had its highlights.

Over the course of more than an hour, they visited three places. Mister Mo did not seem impatient, at least not on the surface.

The fourth came next.

Old Hand had initially joined in for the excitement, but gradually began to feel embarrassed. Pulling Wu Li aside, he whispered, "Do you even have a plan? The man has trouble getting around. Going up and down all over the place isn't enough for you to put him through?"

Wu Li grinned. "Master, Mister Mo has a beautiful secretary waiting on him. What's there to put him through? What he needs should be a more upscale place, fully equipped, quiet, and able to withstand some heavy use."

"He's an expert. Practicality should still come first..."

"Hehe, Master, that's old-fashioned thinking. You've never fought a rich man's war in your life, have you? Besides, you're a technician, while he's the boss. Your ways of thinking are definitely different. I think when Mister Mo enters a workshop, he wants more inspiration to emerge. He doesn't care what form it takes or what the process is."

In short, he was a big spender who burned money.

Wu Li did not say that aloud, but Old Hand saw it on his face. He smacked the back of Wu Li's head, telling the kid to rein it in.

It would not be right