In the dim room, a man in a top hat handed a gold card to the bearded man in front of him and said, "If you're willing to consider us your friends, then you can have all the help you want."
"I'm still quite curious, what would I have to give in return?" the bearded man stared at the other, asking, "I've lived long enough to know one thing, there's no such thing as help without reason in this world."
"All you need to do is acknowledge you're our friend; when we need your help, just don't refuse," the man with the top hat replied with a smile. He was very polite, so polite it made one tense.
"What if I refuse?" the bearded man gazed intently at the man in the top hat and continued to probe.
"Don't be so nervous, I won't make you do anything difficult... Relax, sir, if you refuse, we'll act as if I was never here," the man in the top hat said, spreading his hands.