"My partner and I are usually busy, so we don't have time to go picket at Wang Goudan's workplace. Besides, I've got plenty of money. Instead of giving you two thousand yuan, I'd rather give it to my own parents."
She glanced at the flickering light from the opposite door and raised her voice just enough for the person on the other side to hear. "They'll sit in a busy place holding signs that say Wang Xianbing's real name is Wang Goudan, that he's been a troublemaker since he was a kid, that he fell into an outhouse and ate sheep droppings!"
"One yuan per person, per day. Wow, that's enough to cover their salary for two or three years. I think my parents would be out there rain or shine for such a righteous way to make money."
"Tsk, tsk. I wonder if his superiors will be able to withstand the pressure and keep your precious Goudan around?"
