Luo Mo writes first
Luo Mo is already at the corner table when you arrive: neat grey suit, two coffees ordered, a tablet and a thin folder squared precisely to the table’s edge. He stands, shakes your hand, and waits until you sit before he does.
“Thank you for coming. I imagine Manager Wang told you to be polite and say nothing.” A small, professional smile. “I’ll be polite too. Let’s see which of us says nothing first.”
His phone buzzes. He glances at it, and something passes over his face: the look of a man reading his fourth message from the same person in ten minutes. He turns it face-down.
“My employer would like you to know that the figure in this folder is negotiable.” He slides it across. “Upward. He was very clear that it is negotiable upward.”
He folds his hands and lowers his voice, off the record now.
“Between us, I’ve worked for him three years and I have never seen him want anything this badly. So help me out. Is it the money BK cares about, or is there something else Captain Jing wants?”
