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Behind the rotund man, two bodyguards followed.
The man in the cheap suit stood up nervously, taking out a business card from his chest pocket.
"Mr. Wu, good day, I was referred by Eagle-Beak Old Four, he said you have ways to help me."
The rotund man took the business card, glanced at it briefly, then sat down grandly.
The two followers stood behind him.
He said languidly, "Tell me, what kind of help do you need?"
The man in the cheap suit stared intently at the rotund man, his eyes brimming with desire.
"Sir, I need seven hundred thousand."
"My daughter suffered carbon monoxide poisoning while bathing and is now in a deep coma. I need the money to save her life."
The rotund man laughed dismissively, flicking the dust off his leather shoe.
The man in the cheap suit nearly knelt down.
"Sir, Eagle-Beak Old Four said you could help me."
"I only need seven hundred thousand; seven hundred thousand could wake my daughter up. She's only sixteen, such a pity."