Get a good price.
Seeing that Luan Zhengwei had no choice but to sit down again, British observer Winston Williams withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Bai once more, his tone becoming much gentler.
"Doctor Li, please don't feel any pressure. Just tell us everything. I'll stand up for you. If you encounter any difficulties, we'll help you—even take you away from here and provide you with the best protection."
After he finished speaking, the other observers nodded along.
"What's in it for me?"
Li Bai rubbed his hands together. The gesture was painfully obvious.
Body language needed no translation.
"What do you want? Citizenship in another country? Or permanent residency? We can arrange either one for you, even right now."
These capitalist lackeys were all highly practiced at poaching people right under the nose of socialism, and they felt not the slightest bit guilty about it.
"Chinese citizenship is a scarce resource, while a green card is worthless. Give me something practical. Pay me!"
Li Bai adopted the tone of someone haggling over a price.
This was a deal that had come knocking on his door. One side wanted to buy, the other wanted to sell. Why make things difficult?
Luan Zhengwei, who had been fuming with anger, calmed down instead. He instinctively felt that Li Bai must be plotting something.
Someone who could afford a bulletproof motorhome couldn't possibly be short of money, could he?
There had to be something fishy going on!
"How much do you want? Cash or checks, either is fine."
The British observer felt even more at ease.
It was only money. If money could solve a problem, was it really a problem?
Li Bai's demand had landed right in his lap.
"Cash and gold are both acceptable. How about one million dollars?"