Everyone knows that the closer it gets to the Chinese New Year before the holiday, the busier it becomes.
Students are busy with exams, workers are hustling for performance achievements, and managers are occupied preparing for the annual party, each on their toes, just so they can enjoy a peaceful New Year.
Even our homebody, Lu Xiaobu, is keeping busy. What with, you ask?
Chasing debts.
"Big bro, hand over the money."
Lu Xiaobu ran after Lu Wenhuo, demanding payment.
"What for, what for? What money do you need?"
Lu Wenhuo feigned ignorance with his expression.
"You told me six months ago that if I could handle Wu Qianmin, you'd give me your scholarship money," Lu Xiaobu said, righteously indignant. "Now, don't even mention handling it; even Uncle Wu acknowledges it, so your million yuan scholarship is mine."