No, I just hired someone, why bring an assault rifle into this? A few thousand US Dollars shouldn’t warrant that, right?
Burger King: Our efficiency is top-notch in the industry, many people vie to hire our services and still have to wait in line and pay. You’re in luck, my friend, today you just happened to catch us!
Master Ye: [Location Sharing] Please come to this location immediately to meet up with us. I will pay you for your services!
Burger King: Ok, no problem. But here’s something interesting, this Black fellow says you hired him to steal? And now you’re issuing a warrant for him? Are you doing all this just for that antique?
Master Ye: With your expertise, you must have already investigated and know what happened. No need to mock me. I hope you’ll act professionally. How much do you want to keep quiet and bring me that Buddha statue?
Burger King: I’m not interested in that thing. You name your price.
Master Ye: 6000 US Dollars. In addition to paying you a reward of 6000 US Dollars, I’ll add another 6000 US Dollars on top! The Buddha statue is at most worth that much, I’d rather not have it if it’s more.
Burger King: Ok! Deal.
This is like picking money off the ground.
Allen Zhang put away his phone and said to Sieg, "Done. Now we need to deliver the person. After getting the money, we’re out of the picture."
Black went limp immediately, knowing he could not escape being dealt with by his employer.
The white old man enjoyed quite a show and was thrilled, "Buddy! This stuff only happens in the movies!"
"Well, now you’ve seen it! Best keep it to yourself," warned Allen Zhang as he put away his gun.
"Don’t worry. I took your money and I won’t blabber. I have professional integrity!" the old man nodded and promised right away.
Allen Zhang and Sieg dragged Black out of the motel and put him on the back seat of the car, driving towards the employer’s location in the suburban abandoned construction site.
After a twenty-minute drive, they arrived at the suburban construction site and could see from afar someone was already waiting there.
Is that person alone? That brave, huh?
"Are you Master Ye?" Allen Zhang got out of the car, suspiciously eyeing the middle-aged white man with a European appearance. Dammit, I thought you were Asian.
Sieg unloaded Black along with the goods and pulled out his Victor assault rifle, expressionlessly watching the man.
Master Ye was surprised to see an Asian, "Yes, it’s me. Are you Burger King?"
When he saw the gun in Sieg’s hand, he quickly raised his hands, "Hey, friend! No need for guns, we’ve already agreed on a price, the deal was set!"
"Here are the person and goods, where’s the money?" asked Allen Zhang.
"The money’s right here." Master Ye handed over a greasepaper bag to Allen Zhang.
Allen Zhang checked it, the count was exact, 12,000 US Dollars, and he smiled, "You’ve got guts, making a deal out in the suburbs without any preparations?"
"I did prepare, but I felt there was no difference facing your arsenal whether I prepared or not," Master Ye said, spreading his hands helplessly.
He didn’t have legal documents, carrying a rifle out and he wouldn’t have made it past the next corner before being pinned down by patrolling officers.
Only those who live have the right to be in jail!
"Deal is done. Goodbye," Allen Zhang had no interest in chatting, turned around, got in the car with Sieg, and drove off.
Watching the Jeep leave, Master Ye looked at Black, his pretense gone, his face twisted viciously, "You damn dare to covet my stuff?"
"Hey! I didn’t mean to..." Black saw him pull out a fruit knife from the car, turned and ran.
Master Ye cursed, dragged Black into the woods, picked up the package, and walked away.