A Honey Trap?

"Brother Jin, please, speak your mind!" Wang Baole pondered for a moment before turning his eyes towards Jin Duoming. He knew clearly in his heart. It wasn't like he was Jin Duoming's father or anything. The guy didn't owe him anything. Besides, the high officials' autobiographies also emphasized one thing. He had spent a great deal of time thinking it over and had been rewarded for it. The one thing they always mentioned was… the thing that often cost you the most in this world, was the thing that came free!

It was clear that while Jin Duoming had come and offered his help to Wang Baole, it wasn't without a price to pay. In fact, Wang Baole would find it odd if Jin Duoming had nothing he wanted in return.