"Thank you, thank you all so much."
In the cubicle on the fourth floor of the office building, Zhang Yanyan was crying her eyes out. "Only you guys... you guys are willing to help me."
"The world is full of money, all for profit. It's not for nothing." Chen Yu held a cigarette in his mouth and blew out a cloud of smoke. "Just return the credits when it's due."
"Of course." Zhang Yanyan wiped her tears. "We'll return you 1,000 when it's due."
"That's not necessary. We'll take as much as we agreed on." Chen Yu flicked the ash off the cigarette. "We've also accepted the mission. Now let's get down to business."