He leisurely lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a wisp of blue smoke.
Li Xiaosheng glanced at the prison uniform he was wearing. The uniform had already become dirty and worn, and the number on his chest was rubbed to the point of illegibility. He shook his head helplessly, "Just say what you need to, but I'm afraid I'm not in any position to help you at the moment," his tone laced with self-mockery and resignation.
Zhang Huasheng leaned against the wall with a smile, arms crossed over his chest, "Actually, it's nothing major, just a small favor I'd like to ask of you." He paused, seeming to weigh his words carefully, "You know, I've been in the business world for so many years, there are always things that need to be taken care of. Right now, I need someone reliable to deal with a few matters, and I think you are the right person for the job." His gaze was firm and sincere.
