Isn't this the fate of ordinary people without a background in the end?
Or maybe they're doing quite well for themselves?
After all, they graduated from a fairly well-known school, the place where Rebus spent his youthful days—River City University.
The balding uncle of the small convenience store was fanning himself, muttering, "Damn, it's hot enough to kill."
Yet he refused to turn on the store's air conditioning.
The familiar voice, the familiar hairstyle.
Tian Xiu smiled at him and said, "Uncle Wang, give me six bottles of Red Bull!"
"What? Living large now?" He said that, but his hands moved quickly; only a fool wouldn't make money.
"Here, packed for you, grabbed from the very back of the fridge, guaranteed to be icy cold. Do you want a straw?"
A straw?
Did people ever drink this stuff with straws before?
Tian Xiu scratched his head, "Forget it, do I look like a guy who'd drink anything with such daintiness?"
