"Hey, Zheng Bin, that gold sphere you mentioned, I think I've seen it."
On the street where snowflakes blew with the cold wind, Old Lin smoked a cigarette while calling Zheng Bin to report.
Zheng Bin, who had just returned home for a hot shower, was instantly delighted: "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes. Isn't it about the size of a fist? I saw someone selling it at my friend's shop."
"Great, great, Old Lin, you're doing me a huge favor this time. I'll treat you to drinks later."
"Zheng Bin, why don't you tell me where this gold sphere came from? This is really a windfall."
"Old Lin, there are some things, as a friend, I must advise you not to know. Otherwise, you might end up dead. I'm only involved because I have no choice."
"Alright, I get it."
"Don't just say you get it. Where is the person with the gold sphere? I'll head there right away," Zheng Bin asked anxiously.
