After sending the emails, Hong Fei slept fully clothed and did not wake until the next morning.
When he logged back into his email, several new messages caught his eye.
"How do we make the delivery?"
"How much?"
"Who are you?"
Seven of the emails had received replies, though most of them were questions like these.
Hong Fei thought for a moment before writing, "Fifty million dollars. Delivery location pending notification. Inspect the goods first, pay afterward. Completely safe."
After sending the message to all fifty clients again, Hong Fei got up and headed out, taking Samuel downstairs with him.
After getting the car keys from Number Five, the two got in and drove toward the city.
The silence seemed to make Samuel uncomfortable, and he could not help asking, "Boss, where are we going?"
"To meet a super client."
"Can I meet him too?"
Hong Fei turned and smiled. "No."
Samuel silently turned away, lightly gritting his teeth.
Sokovia's scenery and development were truly hard to praise. Ravaged by war and burdened by economic pressure, its people were in poor spirits, including children who should have been enjoying their childhoods.
When they reached the city center, Hong Fei tossed the car into a parking lot as usual, got out without even bothering with the keys, and left as though Samuel were nothing but air.
Samuel seemed somewhat used to it by now and did not utter a word.
Stepping onto the street, dry, freezing air hit him head-on. Hong Fei tugged at his zipper, shoved both hands into his pockets, and quickened his pace.
After weaving through several turns, he arrived at a sparsely patronized local restaurant.
Perhaps even the restaurant's actual manager did not know that Hong Fei was its true owner.
After taking a window seat on