May Your Body Never Rot When You Die

Finally their drinks arrived with a small tray of snacks and they all downed it to the bottom.

"You have to think long term, Lok," helped Wuming. "There isn't anything for us in the mafia. We are going to make everything of ours legal. That way, we wouldn't always have to look over our shoulders and see if there was someone aiming for our heads."

Qing Lok refused to look at both his brothers. He turned quiet. Sensing that he was not going to talk anymore, Wuming turned to Qing Chen who looked troubled with the way Qing Lok was acting.

"Hey," he said, diverting the attention. "What do we plan to do with this money? We should start creating new things with it. We can't let this rot in the banks."

"I know," Qing Chen said and finished his second drink. "That's why we're here. We're going to find something to invest all this money in. I'm looking into technology. Something groundbreaking."