"A shooting range?" Don Quixote paused. "A gym?"
His brow furrowed, his mind racing.
Li Wei had never mentioned this to him before. Why would he want to invest in such a capital-intensive project with a long return period as soon as he got back?
'Could this be that little girl Anna's idea? No, with her means, she wouldn't get involved in something like this...'
Having struggled on Wall Street for many years and now making a living as an agent, he knew all too well how many vultures surrounded suddenly-rich athletes and celebrities.
"Alright," he said, looking at Li Wei. "But as your agent, and a former Executive Director in the Investment Banking Division at JPMorgan Chase, may I ask why?"
"Hmm..." Li Wei thought for a moment. "I guess I just want a quiet place of my own to work out and practice shooting. I want some privacy, and I don't feel like going to one of those so-called high-end clubs. I hate sharing. Is that a good enough reason?"
The reason was flimsy, but—
