Qin Guanglin, having learned a new skill, lay in bed ready to fall asleep, thinking about giving He Fang a big scare.
He Fang, teacher?
Humph, next time you'll call me Teacher Qin!
It seems like I've forgotten something... Qin Guanglin felt he might have left something out and, after pondering for a moment, remembered he had forgotten to ask He Fang to run the numbers on that "Qi Jia" thing.
Whether the numbers are run or not, it's all the same, he'd go report for work tomorrow. The job was essential; when the time came, automotive issues would be a big deal. He couldn't let He Fang and himself be squeezed into this space; he needed to work hard to earn money.
Imagining using his newly acquired skill to teasingly bully He Fang, Qin Guanglin slowly drifted off to sleep.
Night brought dreams tinged with pink.
Upon waking, he felt a touch of melancholic longing. Lying in bed with his eyes closed, he savored the aftertaste for a while before getting up to wash up.
