"Yes."
"Even the underpants of the President Lansi's wife?"
"Yes."
"No, no, no, not that one. That was a jerk who went with me to steal a document and decided on the spot to steal it, ultimately framing me for everything."
Zhang Beixing: "..."
"Alright."
Zhang Beixing coughed, "Let's continue."
"Did you steal a leg of an Egyptian pharaoh's mummy?"
"Yes, but I originally thought it was a scepter."
"Then why would you steal the bullet from the gun that the Little Moustache in the Will Country National Museum used to commit suicide?"
"A Jew wanted it, so I took it. It's been my most lucrative deal in the past five years, worth more than all the things you mentioned combined."
"..."
Zhang Beixing nodded, "I see. Now, I'm going to ask you one question."
