"Some kids are feeling stifled. Honestly, this is much better than before. Boss Miao should really find a stable job."
"If this business succeeds, in a few years we could set up a small trade association. At least it wouldn't be a life of licking blood off the blade. It's a pity that the sect of the boss was taken over by the Flying Spirit Sect and the East Sea Guard. It's tough for her to get registered under the East Sea Guard, really tough..."
Wang Anfeng listened to the old boatman rambling on, just smiling without agreeing.
The old boatman, a bit embarrassed, rubbed his reddened, wine-stained nose and said:
"Telling you this, hoping that after you get out there, if you meet a suitable guy, you could introduce him..."
In the distance, Miao Zhiqiao shouted, and the old boatman shivered. He walked over with a dry laugh.
