Side-Story Part One

Four years later...

"Wait, wait, let me get this straight." Yang Yulong drew out with a bewildered look on his face, "You don't think the white gold band is a pretty little collar?" He stared at his older brother as if the man walked out of an alien spaceship in a gray suit. Then his scrutinizing glance shifted to Chen Gaonan and Huo Qiudong, "You guys don't think the same?"

Huo Qiudong paused his meticulous stirring of the iced peach tea. For the briefest second, the glaring sun nearly blinded Yang Yulong when he abruptly glanced up and nodded towards the black corporate tie Yang Yulong was wearing. "Isn't that tie a collar to capitalism?"

"And isn't that Patek Philippe watch you're wearing a collar to capitalism?" Yang Yulong snapped back, adjusting the annoying thing strangling his neck. 

"YOU'RE a collar to capitalism."

"And you're a leash I'm going to tug."