"No, no, no." Chen Wenjun shook his head vigorously. "If you don't believe me, you can go ask the boss of Guoxing Restaurant. I supply him with fish and shrimp every day. In fact, a large fish weighing over ten jin that the restaurant took in recently was sold by him—by me, I mean.
Besides, my wife cooks for Boss Huang, who works on the highway. The meals for the twenty-odd workers on that project are all bought from me. I have to go set up my stall at the Xiatian Vegetable Market early every single morning. The rest of the time, I'm soaking in the water—either fishing, gathering snails, or setting eel traps. Aside from sleeping, I'm busy making money every minute. Otherwise, I wouldn't have all this today."
Wu Agui was completely bewildered. The whole reason they became hoodlums was that they couldn't stand the grind of honest, hard labor. The life Chen Wenjun lived made Wu Agui's scalp tingle; he couldn't even imagine enduring it.
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