Zhang Qiang knew Alvin's temperament. He knew his big brother was just feeling awkward.
Manhattan Axe still held some very simple ideas deep down, and that made Zhang Qiang laugh. At the same time, it left him feeling quite aggrieved that he'd arrived too early.
Nine hundred thousand a day in docking fees. He had no idea how JJ had dared to name that price.
Now his only hope was that his sister-in-law would come through, put her bargaining skills to good use, and get the price down.
Girls always had an advantage in this sort of thing. Anyway, when Zhang Qiang left, Zhi He had already quoted JJ a price that sent his blood pressure soaring. They'd probably be able to settle for half that.
Pushing the box in his hands toward Alvin, Zhang Qiang said with a smile, "This is a little something from me personally. The Gun Club's gift will be delivered straight to the wedding venue."
Alvin gave Zhang Qiang a sidelong look. "Don't try to fob me off with Chinese knots or clay dolls or anything like that.
"I'm Chinese too. I don't care for that stuff.
"I'll give you some time. Bring me something useful. A thousand cases of Moutai."
Zhang Qiang stared at him in disbelief. "Are you crazy? Where am I supposed to get that much?
"I've got a few dozen cases at home, and the old man has a few dozen more...
"If you really want it, open the door. I'll go get it for you."
Zhang Qiang had thought Alvin would be too embarrassed to accept so much, but when he saw how tempted Alvin looked, he could only sigh helplessly. "My old man is eighty years old. This is the one thing he's always enjoyed.
"But how can you