"Cut it out!" Su Yang turned around: "I think you two should find someone else to be friends with. I can't handle friends like you!"
"Come on, don't be like that!" Wu Daozi grabbed Su Yang's arm, his face showing a look of pain: "How about this, we keep ten percent of the stuff, can't we keep at least ten percent?"
Without another word, Su Yang was about to leave.
"Dang, not even ten percent?" Wu Daozi was getting desperate: "Hey, kid, you're the one who came to us for a favor. Even if we just lift a finger, you ought to give us something, right? You're not even going to buy us a meal?"
Su Yang thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I can buy you a meal, but take back all the other junk you brought."
Wu Daozi then pleaded pitifully, "At least leave some cigarettes and liquor..."
Su Yang took out a thousand yuan and threw it to Wu Daozi: "Handle it yourself!"
"Only a thousand..." Wu Daozi was clearly dissatisfied.
