Bales kept shaking his head. "Whether it works or not, we should give it a try. Chuck, you should be able to get in touch with a few top experts. Tell them money's no object."
Chuck nodded. "That's the attitude I like to hear."
The next morning, Chuck brought two young men to see Bales.
He introduced them. "These are the top experts I told you about. They'll inspect your computer first, then give you a quote."
Bales nodded. "No problem."
The two men immediately turned on the computer. Once again, it played videos of Wang Yi with fire effects added. The two guys watched and nodded. "These videos are pretty exciting."
Bales glanced sideways at them.
There was a certain four-letter word on the tip of his tongue.
One of the two, a man with messy hair and glasses, began typing away at the keyboard.
Just like before, every keystroke caused another video of Wang Yi to appear on the computer.
After typing for a while, the young man turned around, smiled, and held up five fingers to Bales. "One hundred thousand dollars."
Bales's eyes widened. "A hundred grand to fix a computer? Why don't you just go rob someone?"
The bespectacled man with messy hair thought it over seriously before answering, "First of all, we're not capable of robbing anyone. Second, robbery is illegal, and we're law-abiding citizens. Third, we have two factors that determine our rates: how serious the computer problem is, and how wealthy the computer's owner is."
"What do you mean?"
Bales asked with a frown.
The laid-back young man beside him, who hadn't said a word until then, chimed in. "He means the richer you are, the more we charge. Besides, you just said money was no object. A media elite like you can