The Gold Digger's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open, looking utterly at a loss for words. At that moment, he looked like a mime.
Old Man Geng sighed at the sight. "I told you long ago, that routine of yours wouldn't work on him. You might as well have been honest from the start."
"Didn't you say he was a bodyguard? So what exactly did he do before this, a detective?" The Gold Digger looked incredulous.
"Something like that," Zhang Heng said, steering the conversation back on track. "So, one hundred Credit Points per record. Can we settle on that price?"
The Gold Digger's face immediately fell. "Th-that... that price is really too low. Most of my stuff may be picked up, but do you know how much recyclable trash there is at the waste processing plant? Besides, I take huge risks bringing things out. To be honest, I can only bring out a few items each week at most. If I bring Shellac Records, I can't bring anything else. And when I get off work, I have to go through a scan. I can only get things out because I made a backpack that blocks the scanners."
"So if I report you to the waste processing plant, you'll never be able to earn this extra money again," Zhang Heng said.
The Gold Digger's expression turned even uglier, but he knew that this was exactly when he could not back down, or he would only become more passive. Gritting his teeth, he said, "As long as I never do this again, you won't have any evidence to report me."
"Who says I don't? I recorded this too." Zhang Heng raised the wristband on his right hand and tapped play. The sound of their introductions when they had first met came