"Gan, why not do it!" Lin Haihu instantly perked up, flexing all his muscles. "I'd climb a mountain of swords or descend into a sea of flames at your word. What's up? How much are you paying?"
"Very simple." Yan Fei pulled out two hundred yuan, thought for a second, put it back, and rummaged through his pocket again to find a fifty. "Fifty bucks. Tomorrow, you bring something to that teacher and tell him it's a secret nutrient for beef cattle from the farm…something really good that has to be mixed in each time you feed the cattle. How about it?"
"Only fifty?" Lin Haihu felt disappointed for a moment but then slapped his chest, promising, "Fifty it is. Hand it over! Talking money hurts the vibe between brothers. Just tell me what to bring. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with my work."
"What if you don't do it well?" Yan Fei looked at him, hand outstretched, but not giving him the money. "I'll pay you after you've done the job."
