That night, the wind was biting cold, but rare sounds of laughter and joy filled Wang Dongfang's small courtyard. All the goods had been sold. The three of them—Wang Dongfang, Wei Guo, and Liu Qiang—had each made over two hundred yuan. That was a year's salary for most people, and it only took them three days!
"Bro, I won't waste words on thanks. Just know that from now on, if you ever need us, we'll be there, no questions asked!" Wang Dongfang downed the baijiu in his cup, wiped his face, and spoke with solemn gratitude. When he had been on the verge of starvation, it was Li Xiu who had given him a chance to get back on his feet.
