The guy was a decent fellow. The prices he gave were fair, though of course, he was also quite shrewd.
The message he'd just sent was very long.
It read like a formal debriefing.
"Hello, President Lin. I'm writing to report something. The guest list from our dinner party the other day, as well as news of the Gold Old Friends Tournament, has been leaked by someone. I got a call yesterday asking if I was willing to sell my membership card."
"I only paid sixty thousand for it back when I signed up, and now there's less than half a year of validity left. But as we discussed the price, they kept raising their offer, eventually reaching five times the original amount—three hundred thousand. And from the way they were talking, if I'd agreed, they probably would have gone even higher."
