"Xiao Li, there are a hundred and six rabbits here," Section Chief Hu said to Li Long after the logistics worker finished counting. "Didn't you count them?"
"I did." Li Long smiled. "Our agreement was for a hundred. The other six are for you to eat. New Year's almost here, after all. We don't have much out our way, just rabbits and fish. There's an extra ten-odd kilos of fish too. Consider it a small token from us country folk."
"Xiao Li, you've got a fine sense of public spirit." Section Chief Hu patted Li Long on the shoulder. "But we're a state-owned factory, after all. How could we take advantage of you individuals?"
"No, no, you're not taking advantage of us at all. I've already hauled several cartloads of sugar residue from here. It's a big help with raising livestock in our village." Li Long spoke sincerely. "Section Chief Hu, I mean it. I'm not just being polite..."
"The truth-that's what I like to hear. All right, in that case, take another cartload of sugar residue back later, straight from the factory. And don't rush off at noon. Our Sugar Factory canteen serves pretty good food. Eat before you get back to work. From now on, come to me whenever you want sugar residue. I can't promise anything else, but there's all the sugar residue you need!" Section Chief Hu gave his earnest assurance.
Li Long didn't refuse. Once the rabbits and fish had been weighed and he had signed the paperwork and received his payment, he parked the cart, slung his gun case over his back, and followed Section Chief Hu to the canteen.
"Xiao Li, you brought a gun too? Did you get that from your village?" Section Chief Hu recognized at a glance that the case