"Mr. Chen..."
Yu the Big Mouth took a deep breath and stood up, adopting a more humble posture than ever before. His voice even carried a hint of something close to pleading.
"This tea... could you sell me some? Any price is fine! I feel like my cervical spondylosis has completely healed!"
Chen Lin set down his teacup.
His fingers tapped lightly against the stone table.
The steady tap, tap was neither hurried nor slow, yet each beat seemed like a heavy hammer striking precisely in time with the three men's heartbeats.
"The tea isn't for sale."
The light in their eyes instantly faded.
"However..."
Chen Lin changed tack, his gaze slowly sweeping over their eager faces.
"I happen to have a small favor to ask of you three."
All three perked up dramatically, like drowning men grasping a lifeline. In unison, they said, "Just tell us!"
"I'm planning to do some basic development on the Three Mountain Peaks behind the Resort."
"I need a top-tier security system, the fastest logistics network with worldwide coverage, and..."
Chen Lin's gaze finally settled on Elon Musk.
"A few private satellites dedicated exclusively to serving me."
"As long as you take care of these little matters, you can have as much of this tea as you like whenever you visit."
Uncontrollable delight erupted across their faces.
How was this doing him a favor?
This was an opportunity beyond their wildest dreams! A pledge of allegiance that would let them latch onto a god!
"No problem! Leave it to us!"
Just then, Friday, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly chimed in.
Its emotionless electronic voice rang out eerily:
"A friendly reminder for you three."
"If the satellites and systems you provide are too trashy, I might get itchy fingers and clear them