"Old Five, do you know what the Old Land is?"
Ma Wu nodded. "I know the Old Land. It's a good place to make money."
"How can one make money there?"
"The way to make money there... well, first you have to, uh, do a certain thing, and then... Listen, Old Qi, if we're discussing business, can we send the band out first?"
Ma Wu couldn't tolerate it any longer. They were discussing matters in the council hall, and Li Banfeng had brought in a band that was playing noisily on the side.
If they had been any good, it would have been fine, but the drummer was off-beat, and the trumpet player was out of tune.
Li Banfeng was also aware that the band was not up to par, but it was all about the atmosphere. "Bear with it," he said. "In a few days, I'll recruit a few more people."
"Don't you still have a Phonograph? Can't you just use that to play music?"
"That Phonograph is for another use; I'll tell you about it later. Let's first talk about the Old Land."
