Phillips was silent for two seconds.
"I don't know." He said, "But one thing is for sure, he has a big appetite. He swallowed a $1.5 billion contract all by himself and wouldn't even share a sip of the soup."
The legal director raised his hand: "When Robbin talked to him before, what were the terms offered?"
"A three-to-seven split." Phillips said, "We get three, he gets seven. We use our channels to help him ship, sort out customs, handle those troublesome matters. He just needs to sit back and count money."
"He refused?"
"Refused."
The legal director frowned: "A three-to-seven split is already a very favorable condition. Why wouldn't he agree?"
The Intelligence Chief, Richardson, cleared his throat softly.
"Let me add something." He said, "We've investigated Song Heping. He's an odd person, sometimes very easygoing, but sometimes domineering, and he has his own principles."
"How much are principles worth?" Someone muttered.
