He laughed as he spoke, "If you were to be hanged for stealing one yuan, I believe after a few hangings, no one would ever think of being a thief again!"
He lowered his voice and added, "This is our last drink together, don't mention it to the Director when he returns."
"Here's to a great new start, cheers!"
Everyone lifted their glasses, like the guests around them, and within moments, each of their faces gained a rosy hue.
Outside, the heavy snowflakes fluttered down, and nothing felt more comfortable than enjoying a drink in such weather.
Through the restaurant window, a homeless man, filled with envy and resentment, looked in at the diners enjoying their meal.
He hadn't managed to beg much today, only about thirty-some cents, but here, even the cheapest dish might cost 50 cents or even one yuan.
These people never lowered their heads to look at him, sitting in the ice and snow, too stingy to even spare five cents, why doesn't God send down fire to burn them all.