Yu Longting and I had just climbed into the minivan.
The middle-aged uncle hurriedly closed the door as if he was afraid we'd run off.
A few taxi drivers below started talking, "Those young guys are so unlucky, ran into Heiche Rong, they're going to be slaughtered."
"Look at their clothes, pretty ordinary, I bet they don't have much money."
"Can someone who flies be penniless? Heiche Rong has a deadly eye, always butchering fat sheep."
"Sometimes, I envy Heiche Rong, he works once every three years, and that one time feeds him for three years."
I heard all these conversations loud and clear.
I couldn't help but laugh and cry as I looked towards Yu Longting.
Yu Longting just shrugged.
Acting all calm and composed.
Forty minutes later,
the little minivan stopped in a remote area.
Heiche Rong got out to smoke.
After puffing away on two whole cigarettes, he walked over with a cold face, opened the door and asked, "Wanna keep going?"
"How much?" Yu Longting asked.