"I don't know anything."
Mr. Batiao suddenly turned around, then grabbed the pipe above and jumped back onto the platform.
"Mr. Batiao, my salary hasn't been paid yet."
Liu Zheng shouted.
"I'm not your boss, why should I pay you?"
Mr. Batiao rolled his eyes.
"I just did so much work for you."
"This isn't your Massage Department, you think you can stay for free?"
"That takes care of the coal transport costs. These golden balls are priced separately."
He pointed at the black balls by his feet.
"That little bit around your head counts as golden balls?"
Mr. Batiao sneered.
"Don't quibble about the quantity, just tell me if they're gold or not? Though I'm not clued in on the specifics, these golden balls should be quite helpful to you, right?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"Well, kinda."
Mr. Batiao stubbornly replied.
In truth, he knew those golden balls were worth a fortune to him.
