[He whistles softly. He would've been fine if Ling hadn't grabbed anything-- annoyed, maybe, because he's rich (or was rich, whatever)-- but nor had he expected this much.]

Shit . . .

[Maybe he hadn't had to send them all out after all . . . ah, well, he'll call them back in a few weeks. It's always good to have some extra money, anyway.]

Yeah. I'll see who we can get.

[It's definitely going to be someone shady, though. But whatever! Greed takes those, rising to tuck them away in the one bedroom. Lan Fan isn't pleased by that, him just taking the money, but whatever! Suck it, Lan Fan, he's the boss now!

Besides, he has a plan.]

There's an empty building I got my eye on. Restaurants are pretty good as fronts, but kind of risky, and I hate cooking anyway. Might go for a night club . . . pity we can't do another bar, but it'd be too obvious.