"Is three hundred thousand dollars enough for you?" Allen Zhang asked.
Old Jack's face became serious, "What do you mean?" Usually, people who say this are being sarcastic. Complaining that he's taking too much.
"Do you want to come work with me? I like people like you, capable, law-abiding, family-oriented, and confident!" Instead of following the usual cues, Allen threw him an olive branch, hoping to recruit him.
If they were both insiders, then distributing profits would be simple. If you're not one of us, even if you argue till the heavens fall, he wouldn't trust you.
"I'll retire once I've made Three hundred thousand dollars," Old Jack said calmly.
