My name is Lu Chuan, an orphan who works at a construction site moving bricks.
The first time I met the three sisters-in-law, I was being pushed to the ground and slapped by the foreman.
The developer's widow blew out smoke rings from her red lips: "This little wolf cub's eyes are so fierce."
The contractor's wife's high heels ran over my fingers: "The bones are quite hard."
The smell of the building materials dealer's mistress's perfume penetrated her nostrils: "It's a pity that she is a poor woman."
They didn't know that I had fatal evidence of officials taking bribes hidden in my trouser pocket.
That night, I knocked on my sister-in-law's door and said, "Lend me a fire."
A month later, the contractor was kneeling on the roof of the unfinished building and shivering.
Half a year later, the building materials dealer's Mercedes-Benz sank into the mixing tank.
At this moment, the developer's widow's silk stocking feet were resting on my knees: "Chuan, is my sister's fortune hot?"
I pushed her away with a smile and picked up the phone: "Hello, I am the chairman of Xinlu Group."
Outside the window, six women who had looked down at me were looking up at the lights on the top of the building.
