Jiang Weiguo went back to get his luggage and then returned to the entrance of the Jubao Building. Many rickshaw pullers had gathered at the entrance of Jubao Building, and he could hail one with a simple wave of his hand, a full sense of an era gone by.
Jiang Weiguo stopped two rickshaws, agreed on a price with them, paid upfront, and asked them to wait there for a bit until Sun Guanyun came rushing out of the Jubao Building with a package in his arms.
"Why so much stuff?" Jiang Weiguo wore an expression that suggested he didn't want to take the package with him.
"My dad asked me to give it to you," Sun Guanyun said with a sullen face as he got into the rickshaw.
Jiang Weiguo, too, cradling the package, boarded the rickshaw.
The space for sitting in these rickshaws was very small, fitting an adult and a child was already the limit. It wasn't a problem for Jiang Weiguo and Sun Guanyun, each in their own rickshaw, but it was for Jiang Feng.
He couldn't squeeze in.
