Lucky for you, I imagine unraveling this place somehow might eventually be necessary. [Is it really as simple as fuck 52 people, win the game, go home? It could be, but it also might not be.

He's trying to hedge his bets here, getting to know people who might be good connections, playing the game, seeing what happens. Shang Qinghua is adaptable.

He reaches for one of the remaining dishes on the table, and picks up his chopsticks again.] Good luck to us both going forward.