Qi Yun searched for the names of the other files on his phone again, and the main characters were all high-ranking officials from Los Angeles. He looked up at Craig.
"Is this all?"
Craig was momentarily taken aback by the question, then he seemed irritated: "Isn't this enough? Do you know what these things represent? Enough to ruin them completely!"
Qi Yun shook his head, pressing his cigarette butt into the ashtray: "I'm not saying your stuff isn't good, I need the big shots, the real big shots."
Craig's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he stared at Qi Yun, seemingly reevaluating the young Oriental man.
The room fell silent. A few seconds later, he gulped down a big mouthful of whiskey, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes.
"You have guts."
"The stuff you want... I do have, but the price might not be what you expect."
"Name it," Qi Yun said succinctly.
Craig held up one finger: "One hundred million USD, and only in virtual currency or bearer bonds."
