"Bro, you actually remember to give me a call!" The moment Old Xu's phone was connected, he howled furiously. It had been almost half a year and not a single call from Yusuf Zuck; he had no clue whether the three of them had lived or died while smuggling themselves out of the country.
"I forgot, I forgot…" Yusuf Zuck said with a sheepish laugh.
"Why didn't the three of you just drown," Old Xu cursed angrily, "You go abroad and can't even make a call? I damn near erected a monument for you guys."
Yusuf Zuck replied with a laugh and a curse, "You'd actually do something like that, but I'm back in the capital now. Where are you?"
"I'm in the capital too, bro. Business here is tough, my furniture store is about to be sold off. Got any plans to take over? I can't do it anymore. The competition is too damn fierce. Been here half a year and lost over a million!"
"Enough with the chatter. I'm at the New Century Hotel. Come over immediately, let's talk in detail there."