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Pier The eighties. Mr. Jiang, it's almost the Chinese New Year, and my wages haven't been paid yet! My mother-in-law and son are still waiting for me to take the money home. If you don't pay me, how will my family live? Fatty Liu's calloused hands were trembling slightly, and his cloudy eyes were full of prayer. "Money, money, money, everyone is asking me for money. Are you alive or dead? It's none of my business to survive the New Year!" Mr. Jiang impatiently shook off Fatty Liu and walked aside cursing with his beer belly. Fatty Liu was sitting on the dock, his cloudy eyes seemed to have lost focus. Without money, he didn't know where to go. Suddenly, Cao Mazi ran over from the construction site panting, and grabbed Fatty Liu: "Brother Liu, it's not good, it's not good, Mrs. Boren and Xiaoqu, die... Die!" "Wha, what! How could the two of them..." Fatty Liu collapsed on the ground with a look of disbelief. "It's almost the Chinese New Year, but you haven't heard anything yet. When my sister-in-law gets anxious, she keeps looking for you with her little songs. She hasn't even gotten on the train yet. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.