The words themselves were nice enough.
But who hangs something like this in their office?
It was pretty ridiculous.
Still, the club belonged to President Lin, and so did the office. He could hang whatever he wanted—he could even hang a sign that said "Impartial Justice" for all anyone cared.
Wait a minute.
Damn it!
'That old Taoist must have swindled him into it!'
"President Lin, you were looking for me? And that master? What did he say?"
He asked eagerly as soon as he sat down.
Lin Chu waved his hand with a smile. "He said we were fated to meet."
Huh?
Hu Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then said with a hint of indignation, "Did he really need to tell you that? How much did you pay him?"
"A few hundred thousand, I guess."
