Mr. A said cautiously, "The profit might be big, but the risk I'm taking is also huge. Mr. Orante and I have cooperated a few times; he's a very trustworthy person!"
Mo Ang asked, "How much will he pay you for that piece of information?"
"Not a lot, 10 million!"
Mo Ang laughed. "That's really not much; do you think it's worth betraying your country for such a small amount?"
Mr. A's face alternated between red and white, looking very unnatural. "..."
"Since you've already betrayed your country, I think you might as well earn more money, don't you think?"
"I have my own ideas; you don't need to say these things to me!"
Mo Ang glanced at him and smiled. "Actually, I don't want to say these things either, but I think we both have skills, and I have money. I could take all of this alone. Why share it with others? Moreover, I think we will have more development in the future!"
Mr. A remained unmoved.
