Eight Million for a Scrap Battery

Gu smiled. “You are intelligent, so we can be efficient. A Hanhai subsidiary purchased the *White Heron’s* note this morning. Hand over everything recovered from the crash zone and all battery documentation. Your eight-hundred-sixty-thousand debt disappears, and you receive a position as research director.” Su’s voice hardened. “Chairman Gu, this is an independent test center.” “Hanhai donated thirty-one percent of its equipment. You may join us too, Ms. Su. Three million per year.” Lin asked, “And if I refuse?” “Your boat is auctioned in five days. Footage of your illegal entry into restricted waters and concealment of hazardous wreckage goes to the authorities.” This was not negotiation. It was asking his price with a knife against his throat.