Nygma picked up the check, glanced at it, verified its authenticity, and handed it back to Miao Mu.
"Falcone's holdings include finance, banking, transportation, and those less respectable businesses. Ten million is nothing to him. He gives out more than that every month."
"But you took his money. Are you going to throw in your lot with him too? He's a greedy crocodile."
Miao Mu shook his head. "Money is money, business is business. There's no future in following Falcone. Help me figure out how to make the most of this money. I don't want to work for him."
Nygma sat down on the sofa beside him, tossed the two books next to him onto the floor to use as a footrest, clasped his hands together, and thought for a moment.
"Money is only useful when you spend it. We didn't have any capital before, but now... I suggest you get a house first!"
"A house?" Miao Mu was somewhat puzzled, though he had indeed wanted to move out of that apartment building. Three people crammed into one room...
It really was a little cramped. Luckily, Jerry was rarely home to sleep, so he and Jason each had a bed.
"That's right! A house. Do you remember our commissioner?"
Nygma sat upright. "His house is up for sale. You'd better get it. It connects to a stretch of sewer beneath it, and with Otis around, it would make a pretty good place to stay."
"Wei Fei. Got it. I'll take that place."
Miao Mu thought about it. Wei Fei's house really was for sale. It was a two-story villa, and if it connected to the sewers below, it would be a decent fallback whether they needed to leave or flee.
"Zero Bar. I was originally going to have Oswald help