"Boss Qing, look at you, haven't we been keeping in touch over the phone? Come on, have a smoke and calm down. Brother-in-law, bring over the bag of hairy crabs I asked you to carry here," Huang Tengchong's ability to make his way in the world of business had its reasons: thick-skinned and sweet-talking, when it came to acting submissive, he was utterly convincing.
Seeing the bag of hairy crabs still dripping with water, and Huang Tengchong's uncle visiting the patient at the bedside, the man known as Boss Qing's mood seemed to improve. He waved his hand, indicating for someone to move the hairy crabs aside, "Boss Huang, do you think a few pounds of hairy crabs will shut me up? I have a hundred or so guys relying on me for a living. Now that Heizi has ended up like this, how do you expect me to explain to my men?"
