Seated in the private room, Wang Ye and the others heard a burst of noisy laughter from next door, as though a group of people had entered the neighboring private room.
Then came the scraping sounds of chairs being pulled.
If that had been all, Wang Ye and the others would not have said anything. They were eating out, not at home—surely they could not forbid other people from talking. That would have been far too self-centered.
The problem was that the group next door had not quieted down for even a moment since entering their room.
They were talking far too loudly. Wang Ye and the others could hear every word they said clearly...
"Ha ha, we did a great job on this one and pulled in another huge sum! I, Da Gang, never shortchange my brothers. Here's fifty thousand US dollars. We'll split it up right now—everyone gets a share! Come on, Second Brother, ten thousand for you..."
A rough voice rang out, with a rather heavy accent, making Wang Ye and the others want to laugh.
As "Brother Da Gang" handed out the money, the neighboring room grew even noisier.
"Boss is really generous! Us brothers definitely made the right choice following you." Someone was buttering him up.
"I told you long ago, Brother Gangzi has been an old Moscow hand for more than a decade! He has connections everywhere and knows all kinds of people! From the Big Market to the police system, there's no one who doesn't know our Brother Gangzi!" Someone else boasted on Da Gang's behalf.
Da Gang laughed heartily. "It's not really much of an advantage. I just speak Russian well and know a lot of people. We're not cut out for business, and I lost some money before. But there are