Song Heping returned to the container house to find the cook already awake.
He seemed very excited, his face flushed as if the effects of last night's alcohol had not yet worn off.
Upon seeing Song Heping, the cook shouted at him in English tinged with a Russian accent, "Song! We've struck it rich!"
Struck it rich?
Song Heping only understood after asking, it turned out that the God of Wealth, Angel, had decided to continue hiring the "musicians" as her personal bodyguards, and the fee had been increased to fifteen thousand US dollars per day.
Song Heping could hardly believe his own ears.
Ten thousand dollars already seemed a sky-high sum in his eyes, and that foreign girl had the nerve to offer more?
What kind of move was this?
Was there ever such a thing as an employer who willingly raised the price?
It was as if, in a market, when the vendor says the pork costs ten bucks, the customer insists on paying fifteen.