After finishing their fruit, Shen Heng and Wang Fushun decided to tidy up and rest.

Shen Heng climbed up to the top bunk first, while Wang Fushun sat on the bottom bunk watching their bags. He looked out the window at the scenery passing by backwards and yawned.

Life is getting better and better, and there's more and more hope for the future.

The two traveled for a day and a night, and arrived in Zhuzhou at three o'clock the next morning when the stars were still in the sky.

"Brother Heng, I need to go to the restroom, I really can't hold it in anymore."

They ate dinner at the dining car that night, and Wang Fushun has had diarrhea ever since.

He placed all his luggage at Shen Heng's feet and ran towards the outhouse.

Luckily, this wasn't his first time at this station, or he would have definitely soiled himself.

Wang Fushun was pulling up his pants and came out looking quite comfortable when he saw the person cleaning in the middle of the toilet and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

He couldn't remember who it was, but it certainly wasn't someone he knew in Zhuzhou.

Who is it?

As Wang Fushun walked, he looked around. The sanitation worker either didn't see him or didn't recognize him, and didn't greet him.

"Brother Heng, I'm here. I'm so sorry."

"Can't you just empty your bladder all at once?"

Shen Heng was extremely disgusted; this wretched stomach was such a hindrance.

"I've never had this problem before. It's probably because they didn't sell all the leftovers from lunch and saved them for dinner. It tasted stale in this hot weather. I'll have to bring some medicine for stomach upset next time I go out."

"Alright, let's find a place to sleep for a few hours first, and then get things done as soon as possible."

In just one year, Zhuzhou has changed dramatically. Now, outside Zhuzhou Railway Station, many people are holding signs that say "Accommodation," some state-run and some for personal use. In short, this has been permitted for a long time.

State-run guesthouses are definitely more expensive, but they are more formal, and at least you won't encounter situations where staff sneak into a guesthouse to steal things while the guest is out during the day.

They were carrying a large sum of money and didn't care about a few cents, so they headed towards the guesthouse they had stayed at several times before.

"Need accommodation? We offer cheap options."

"Hey bro, need some lodging?"

The two walked through the bustling crowd, each heading in their own direction.

After exiting the station, there were fewer people. Wang Fushun told Shen Heng, "I just saw someone who looked familiar. He seemed like someone from our hometown, but I just couldn't remember who he was."

"From our hometown?" Shen Heng was surprised to see who was here.

"It's a woman, with a braid. Her eyebrows and eyes look like those of a common person, or maybe it's just a resemblance and I'm mistaken."

It's dark now, so Wang Fushun is very likely seeing things incorrectly.

The two didn't dwell on it. They booked a standard room at the guesthouse, and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Shen Heng didn't come back for a few TVs and refrigerators. He has saved up a lot of money and wants to find out if he can set up his own factory when he gets back.

He shared this idea with Wang Fushun. Upon hearing that the investment would be worth tens of thousands, Wang Fushun was reluctant to give up the family business he had worked so hard to build. Seeing this, Shen Heng did not insist.

There's also a saying that brothers shouldn't partner up, and relatives shouldn't work for each other. If Shen Heng were to partner with Wang Fushun to run a factory, he couldn't predict what would happen in the future, so it would be better for them to go their separate ways.

Wang Fushun waited for Shen Heng to help him procure goods. When Shen Heng went out on business, he would go along. He couldn't help much, but he was just there to bolster Shen Heng's courage.

Shen Heng ran for two days, and the soles of his shoes were worn thin on the balls of his feet, but he still couldn't find a pair that suited his taste.

The two found a restaurant, wanting to have a good meal and get ready to get back to work tomorrow.

As he was eating, Shen Heng saw a familiar face enter through the door.

"Heng-ge, what's wrong?"

When Wang Fushun saw that Shen Heng had fallen silent while speaking, he followed his gaze.

He squinted, thinking the man looked familiar: "Who's this?"

Shen Heng's teeth ached: "Yu Wenli, don't you remember?"

Wang Fushun knew about Shen Heng hiring people to beat up Yu Wenli.

“Oh,” Wang Fushun clicked his tongue, “Now that you mention it, I remember. The one I met in the train station restroom, wasn’t she from your village? I think she later got together with Yu Wenli, the one who was the daughter of your former village chief!”

Wang Fushun didn't remember Li Xiulian's name, but his memory matched her face.

Shen Heng had once heard Zheng Xu mention that Yu Wenli had been admitted to a university in the south, but he had long forgotten which place Zheng Xu was referring to.

Yu Wenli's current attire, a white shirt and gray trousers, is quite respectable, somewhat resembling his appearance when he first came to Shili Village.