At the bungalow door.
The man with the buzz cut seized the opportunity to size up the two people at the door.
A young man, quite handsome.
The other, a young girl with a tender face, probably just started middle school, maybe even a primary school student.
The two leaned back on lounge chairs, comfortably at ease.
The buzz-cut man knew that Butcher Zhang sold pork and received a lot of cash every day, which he usually kept in a big leather bag.
In 2014, mobile payment methods weren't popular; cash was still the norm.
A thought struck him as he casually took out a pack of Red Wan, and offered a stick to the young guy.
"Hey, buddy, want one?" the buzz-cut man familiarly offered.
Xue Yuantong immediately looked at Jiang Ning, wanting him to refuse because she had a vague feeling that the man with the buzz cut was dangerous, not a good person.
Jiang Ning sat up and waved his hand: "I don't smoke."
