The sea was pitch-black, with fishing boats at the dock hanging incandescent lamps, and the tide ceaselessly slapped the beach.
"Is everything loaded?"
Zhan Guzai took off his sunglasses and glanced at the truck's cargo area.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhan Guzai, this is the last one."
Several members of Sheng Ji hefted a heavy refrigerator into the pitch-dark cargo area, each of them breathing a sigh of relief.
"That's a wrap!" Zhan Guzai clapped his hands, "Let's head over to Mr. Chai's place to split the money. Nobody heads back tonight; after this, you're all riding with me to Dahaoke. My treat."
While everyone was crowding around to get their share of the pay, Zhan Guzai walked towards Liu Shiqing and Wenle, who had been coldly observing for a while: "Wutouzi, whenever you're ready to move this batch of goods, find Ji Chai at the mahjong parlor on Yue Hua Street. What about the rest of the money?"
