"Then why don't you talk to Deng Qingjiang?"
"I did, how could I not?" Chen Kaijin couldn't help but curse out loud, "That Deng guy is such a scoundrel! Ungrateful bastard! Back in the day when he started as an apprentice, he was dirt poor, with only one cotton-padded jacket for the whole winter, and the cotton inside was clumped up. The jacket was still ragged, with cotton always spilling out, no matter how you wore it, it couldn't keep you warm. I secretly took my mom's cotton and new fabric to make him a new jacket."
