He counted the money. It was nearly twice what he usually made from selling fish.
He looked at Lu Fan, his eyes a little red. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what.
Old Zhang smiled from the side and said, "Don't mention it, sir. President Lu is a good friend of mine. When he asks for something, I make sure it gets done right. In the future, just bring your fish straight to me. I guarantee I'll pay more than you'd get anywhere else."
Jiang Guoqiang nodded repeatedly, saying "thank you" over and over.
Old Zhang got in the truck, waved to Lu Fan, and drove off.
Jiang Guoqiang held the money and looked at Lu Fan, his voice choked with emotion. "Xiaolu, this... how can I ever thank you for this?"
Lu Fan waved it off with a smile. "Please don't say that, sir. We're practically family. There's no need for formalities."
Hearing this, Jiang Guoqiang was even more touched.
The more he looked at Lu Fan, the more he liked him.
