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