87 The Antique Market; A Treasure Trove

It was Sunday afternoon, the streets were packed with people and traffic was heavy. Thus, the Hummer was stuck in a traffic jam, moving as slow as a snail.

The traffic was in fact not as bad as it seemed and the Hummer was still moving. However, for a speed demon like Tang Meng, the speed at which the vehicle was moving might as well be considered stationary.

The bored and impatient Tang Meng decided to take a cigarette out for a short smoke. At the same time, he looked at Ling Yun invitingly.

"Boss, want a stick?"

Ling Yun was sitting in the second driver seat, his left hand holding on to five bundles of hundred dollar notes. As if trying to show off, he slapped the bundle of notes onto his right palm repeatedly. Sometimes, he would slap it hard and other times, he would slap it lightly. Such arrogance! Such smugness!

"No!" Ling Yun replied, his tone firm and resolute as he shakes his head. This was not what he needed at the moment.