The boss took a puff of his cigarette. Naturally, he was quite pleased to chat with Wang Han, who always bought a mountain of goods whenever he stopped by.
He recalled carefully, "You're asking about Chuliu? Let me see... he's twenty-four this year, so it must be about seventeen or eighteen years ago. Yes, eighteen years. He's the same age as my eldest granddaughter. When his mother passed away, my youngest granddaughter had just been born. The poor kid; he grew up eating whatever the village provided and wearing whatever clothes he was given."
"Did he lose both his parents?"
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