In the midsummer afternoon, the southern sun was so poisonous that it seemed to melt the asphalt road. Wang Hai squatted at the door of Shunda Real Estate Agency, holding a bottle of Coke that had just been taken out of the freezer, and the cold sweat from the bottle wet his palms. He took a big gulp, and the pleasure of the carbon dioxide rushing straight to his forehead made him feel alive a little.
"Wang Hai! You're fishing here again! What about this month's performance? Don't you even want the basic salary of 2,500?"
