Even legitimately earned money could not protect you from being reported out of envy.
With people watching you like a spy every day and the authorities investigating you at the drop of a hat, there was no telling what trouble might crop up over time.
So big-ticket items like refrigerators still had to come through legitimate channels. The key was to leave people unable-and afraid-to say anything!
The polite smile on Liu Xian's face finally slipped.
He no longer thought Zhou Cheng was arrogant. He thought there was something wrong with the boy's head.
Had the person before him not been a child, and had the boy's mother and neighbors not been present, he would have wanted to offer a word of advice: get yourself checked at a hospital soon.
Huang Ling's face flushed with embarrassment at her son's rash arrogance.
Beside her, Zhuang Tunan also lowered his head in embarrassment.
Only Lin Dongzhe stared wide-eyed, seeing nothing wrong at all.
He was even counting intently on his fingers: if Second Brother could win a refrigerator in six months, how much money would that work out to per day?
Liu Xian took a deep breath and prepared to leave. "It's nearly mealtime. I'd better not keep everyone from dinner."
He turned and started walking away.
Huang Ling was at a loss, unsure whether to ask him to stay or let him leave.
While she stood there awkwardly, Zhou Cheng's unhurried voice sounded beside her again:
"Teacher Liu, you used to play table tennis too, didn't you? I happen to have a pair of paddles, and there's a table beside the basketball court just outside the alley. Why not test my ability yourself before deciding whether I'm worth it?"
Liu Xian stopped.
He slowly turned around and met a pair of