"Hey, Guangzi, what's up? Are you running out of money? Let me make it clear first, no asking for money if you don't have a girlfriend."
Zhao Guang was exasperated, "So it's unacceptable if I have a boyfriend? By the way, I've been thinking about making some transgender friends."
"That's fine too, come back and talk to your dad about it. He's already got the hoe ready and waiting for you."
That's a warning of broken legs, isn't it? How harsh. Zhao Guang hastened to change the subject, "Let's talk business. I've just made some money and sent some home. Check it out for yourself, and if you need anything, go ahead and buy it."
"Not bad, kid, you finally know how to send money home."
"I've got another thing to deal with, hanging up now." Zhao Guang quickly ended the call. He didn't do anything else but sat in front of his phone, counting quietly under his breath. When he reached the count of 83, the phone rang.
