“When you’re away from home, your background and connections are the most important things, and only the Dragon Gang has those in this place.”
As Chen Dong spoke, his voice grew increasingly low:
"Hainian, we were too naive back then. We thought that if we had a few million, we could be bosses wherever we went."
"Therefore, we must learn from this lesson, find the right backer, and make a comeback!"
The trembling under the covers gradually subsided, the sobbing stopped, and only the rumbling breathing remained.
"Get up quickly, take your medicine, and get well soon. I'm going out for a smoke..."
The room was quiet again after the creaking sound of the iron door opening and closing.
Chen Hainian threw off the blanket and silently sat up.
In the dim light, you could see tear tracks on both sides of his face.
He had just been crying.
He cried, both because of the sorrow of his own plight and because of his deep emotion.
Lord Min, as his older brother, treated him very well.
She not only went out to earn money to support the family, but also took meticulous care of his illness.
Every time he smoked, Mr. Min would go to the balcony, afraid that the smell of smoke would aggravate his lung disease.
....................................
There is a broken wooden chair on the balcony near the stairs.
Chen Dong sat there, silently smoking.
White smoke was exhaled, puffing out one puff after another.
It's like telling the story of a down-on-his-luck man's bitterness and sorrow...
Should I call you Chen Dong, or Chen Shumin?
A clear, cold male voice rang out from amidst the smoke.
Chen Dong's hand trembled, and the half-smoked cigarette fell to the ground.
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