The sun was setting after Tang Hao had dinner with Elder Ma and Old Master Zheng.
Tang Hao rode on his little three-wheeled motorcycle and returned to Tang Village.
The evening breeze was cool. Street lights shimmered on both sides of the street, and it was easy for one to be lost in the moment.
Tang Hao's heart was in the clouds. He had earned eight million yuan in an afternoon. He felt the incident was like a dream.
Two out of the eight million yuan was won from the bets with Bucktooth Zhou. The other six million was from selling the Warring States period terracotta statue. He briefly counted and found that he had about eight million and seven hundred thousand yuan in his bank account.
Just half a month ago, when he left the hospital, he only had five hundred.
He reflected fondly upon the events that transpired in the past half a month.
