Abe Kenshiro chuckled lightly, "Mr. Lai, here is one million US dollars. I admit, the porcelain jar in your hands might truly be a treasure. But no matter how good it is, you still need someone to buy it. To be honest, here in West Capital City, besides us Japanese, nobody wants this strange thing. If you're willing, we can complete the transaction right now!"
Lai San stared at the box full of cash, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
He leaned close to Lai Xiaowu and whispered, "Xiaowu, maybe we should just sell it to them. Good enough is good enough—if we can't sell it later, it'll be stuck in our hands!"
Lai Xiaowu looked at the porcelain jar, hesitating. A voice whispered beside his ear, tempting him to pull away the yellow cloth covering it.
The voice was soft and sweet, making his whole body tremble with a restless itch.
He shook his head to snap himself awake, then said to Abe Kenshiro, "Alright, since you're so sincere, deal!"
