Chen Haisheng was still a bit lost, not quite understanding what Li Wei meant.
Although he was born and raised in New York and had knocked around its underbelly for many years, he knew these three tickets could fetch a high price on the secondary market. But he paid almost no attention to football, nor did he understand what Li Wei meant by, "Give this to Chairman Lin. He'll understand."
But while Chen Haisheng wasn't one for scheming, he was by no means oblivious.
He glanced at Don Quixote, who was still beside him with his eyes closed, muttering something about "Royal Knight" and "the King's reward," and knew that his employers' situation was a bit peculiar.
"Mr. Li, I'll be heading back now. You and Mr. Don Quixote should get some rest."
Chen Haisheng didn't ask a single question. He gave a respectful bow, then quickly walked out of the garage, got into his used Ford, and floored it straight for Chinatown.
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