After getting it all out in one breath, Wang Xiaoliang felt a little better.
Without realizing it, he had already learned so much. This knowledge was no longer a collection of scattered fragments from Li Laifu's mouth. Through his own thinking and organizing, he had truly made it his own.
After listening, Zhou Qiang instead returned to the original question. "Did you get your share of the profits? How much did Fatty Old Li give you?"
Wang Xiaoliang raised his glass, clinked it against Huang Xueli's, and drained it. The fiery liquid warmed his chest. He set the glass down and held up two fingers.
"Twenty yuan and ten cents?"
"Hahahaha!" Zhou Qiang rocked with laughter, his shoulders shaking. "That Fatty Old Li really is a sugar-coated rooster! He lives up to his reputation! He never gives anything away, and he even takes whatever sticks to him!"
His laughter left Wang Xiaoliang a little embarrassed, but mostly puzzled. He also felt that Zhou Qiang was laughing at him.
"Brother Qiang, what exactly did you mean when you said that day that this was a good thing?"
Zhou Qiang finally stopped laughing, poured himself some tea, and spoke unhurriedly. "Dealing with someone like Fatty Old Li is the fastest way to learn. Every bit of his mercenary nature, every one of his calculations, is a living lesson. In just over a month, you learned skills that other people might take who knows how long to figure out running their own shops. If that isn't a good thing, what is?"
Something stirred in Wang Xiaoliang. He seemed to understand a little.
But he still felt wronged.
"But he cheated me." Wang Xiaoliang's voice dropped. "He cheated me, and I couldn't do a thing about it."
He recounted the entire process of settling