In the backyard, Qin Tianjiu found the coal pile, stuffed about fifty pounds of coal, took a few gulps of cold water from the nearby water jar, rinsed the coal dust in his mouth, and swallowed it all.
Little Fatty returned to the table, ate the two servings of braised pork rice, and even burped contentedly.
Qiu Zhiheng frowned without a word.
Everyone was full, and Bai Wusong settled the bill, but Chen Yongnian refused: "Mr. Bai, how could I take your money when you come to eat at my place? I owe you..."
Bai Wusong stuffed the money into Chen Yongnian's hand: "We keep things separate, let's not bring up the past. It's not easy doing business here, don't be polite with me."
"Business is easier now, the rent's been cut in half."
Bai Wusong was taken aback: "Did the person in charge at the Human Market change? Did the boss grow a conscience?"
