(At Sum Yung Gai)
Hsin's idiot son, Chan Jaoming, has had the audacity, the impudence, the outright insanity of asking me to work for him.
Great! This could help you regain face with Hsin.
Yes, but there's not much honor in wiping Chan's ass.
I could never lower myself to be his lackey. Maybe you could.
I'm honored you think highly of me, kind Uncle.
I'm sorry Huang. Sorry I can't offer you better! Sorry I'm not the big boss!
Sorry no one is here with a silver spoon ready to shove it up your pampered ass.
Your father, rest his soul, ruined you!
What's the job, kind Uncle?
Chan needs to acquire some fast cars for a street race.
Now believe me, Chan is mentally subnormal so the thought of him driving fast is somewhat worrying, but he seems to need them. The deadline for delivery was yesterday, so you'd better hurry.
And Huang, thank you.