“Then what the hell are you conflicted about?” Liu Ming cursed, then placed a hand on Hao Yunyang’s shoulder and handed him a Lion brand cigarette: “Smoke this, just imagine it’s her.”
“Can’t smoke it.” Hao Yunyang turned to look at Liu Ming, somewhat bitterly: “Just thinking about her gives me a headache.”
“Then imagine it’s that fat guy.”
“Give it to me.” Hao Yunyang took the cigarette, lit it, and took a hard drag. Liu Ming looked on and burst into laughter, yet said nothing.
Patting Hao Yunyang’s shoulder, he dragged his cotton slippers and wobbled towards the small convenience store. Seeing Liu Ming’s back, Hao Yunyang’s expression improved considerably.
“If I find this bitch, I’ll strip her naked and leave her on the street for everyone to enjoy!” In the general manager’s office of the Golden Splendor Hotel, the fat man sat on the sofa, a box of videotapes in front of him, his face full of anger: “Damn, she even dared to steal from me!”
“Director Liu, how much money did she… actually take?” The front desk manager Wang Chaoqun wiped the sweat from his forehead and carefully asked: “Should we call the police?”
“Call the police? What fucking use would that be!” Liu Zhikun slammed the tea table, with a crash sending a teacup falling to the ground and shattering. Standing up from the sofa like a small mountain rising from the ground, he glared at Wang Chaoqun: “This bitch has probably already escaped. Twenty-three thousand! If I find her, hmph!
His dormitory colleagues had probably gone to the internet cafe to play games all night. When Hao Yunyang finished hanging out his clothes and returned to the dormitory, it was nearly midnight, and no one had come back.
Feeling sore all over, he shook his arms, grabbed a basin, went to the bathroom, and took a refreshing cold shower. After his lips turned purple, he happily crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
