Li Qing delivered heavy punches to others but showed compassion to himself, longing for the world's forgiveness and understanding. That probably summed up Brother Hu's philosophy of life. The gap between seven million and a hundred thousand was insurmountable for the average person, but to Brother Hu, it sounded just as easy.
Li Qing didn't want to waste words with him anymore. Grabbing his ankle, he tossed Brother Hu into the deep pit he had dug earlier like he was dumping trash, swung his arms, and started shoveling dirt over him.
"Bro, Bro, wait a sec!" Brother Hu yelled as loud as a pig being slaughtered, "It's not that I don't want to give more money, but this is all I have. I can't pull out any more money, bro."
With a hint of scorn in his eyes, Li Qing tossed a shovel full of dirt directly at Brother Hu's head, "Didn't you say your account was worth three million? Which of your words should I believe?"
