“We do have stock, Sir,” Carla replied. “But… it’s quite expensive. Each one costs about 2 million pesos.”
“That’s fine,” Lolo Tasyo said. “Just a moment.”
He pulled out an old keypad mobile phone and made a call.
“Hello? Pedro? Yes, I’m already at AutoHub… Yes… Bring the lorry here. The big truck. Right now.”
He hung up.
“Let’s just wait ten minutes, child,” Lolo Tasyo said.
Mike kept laughing. “Lorry? Truck? What is that, a garbage hauler? Hahaha!”
Ten minutes later…
BEEP! BEEP!
The showroom floor shook.
A large armored van—a bank cash truck—stopped in front of the showroom, right beside Lolo Tasyo’s rusty bicycle.
Four armed security escorts stepped out.
THE MOUNTAIN OF CASH
The showroom manager rushed out. “What’s going on here?!”
The escorts entered carrying five large duffel bags.
They approached Lolo Tasyo.
“Boss Tasyo,” the head of security greeted him. “Here is the 20 million pesos in cash you requested, delivered from the farm.”
