Li Wei said nothing.
"No matter what, middle-aged men tend to weigh every pro and con," he said, patting Li Wei's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll help your uncle with his debts after you make it big. I firmly believe that. But I can't put all that weight on your shoulders. After all, I'm your elder. I told you I'd look out for you."
"Don't worry, I've looked into it," he continued. "As long as we have enough evidence, we can negotiate with them. And if I succeed, my salary will quintuple instantly, and I'll own over 250,000 US dollars worth of shares."
"Sounds great. But have you really thought this through?" Li Wei asked. "This isn't a game."
"You think it's that easy to make it big in the United States of America?" Don Quixote scoffed, his mind clearly made up. "This is how it works in America. If you want a piece of the pie, you have to snatch it from someone else's hands. Only then can you climb up. If you don't exploit others, you'll be the one who gets exploited."
