Despite the heat wave scorching sand, but I am even more afraid of the outside air, which some people thought, there is money to taste.

One profile memorably likened the firm to a "great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells like money."

Nostrils flaring, Tong draws the mist into his lungs, this sweet aroma of hard work, money, success; the odor of bugs.