By the end of October, Shitou and Little Chen had been in Beijing City for almost a month.
Today, He Lang was paying them their wages.
"We moved a lot of inventory this month, and you two have worked hard. Here are your wages."
He Lang handed each of them a stack of money.
"Three hundred each. It's not much, but please take it."
"Third Uncle, this is too much. I didn't sell as much as Uncle Shitou, so a hundred is enough for me." Little Chen had never seen so much money before. He felt a mix of excitement and panic.
Shitou, on the other hand, accepted it gleefully. He counted the money in his hand, the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably.
He put his arm on Little Chen's shoulder and gave him a little shake. "If Third Uncle is giving it to you, just take it. You may not have sold as much as I did, but you've done just as much work. Take it, Little Chen. Just keep working hard now that you have the money."
