She stared at me intently, sizing me up. "Have you struck it rich?"
"Forget about that. Just tell me if you would come."
"You really have struck it rich."
She stubbed out her cigarette. "Are you trying to keep me?"
"I can't afford to keep anyone, and you're overestimating yourself too much."
I smiled. "If we were to open a more ordinary dance training center, and I asked you to be the manager with a ten percent share, would you be willing to come?"
"I haven't danced in half a year, you know?" she replied.
"You've been learning for over twenty years. Did you completely forget it in just half a year?"
"Aren't you afraid I might bring trouble to you?"
"I am, but I'm willing to take a gamble. Since they hit your brother, they haven't made a move on you. I guess they've let you go. After all, you're just a woman. Though you're quite attractive, you can't stir up much trouble."