Today is such a day.
The landlord's aunt's calls to urge you to rent are like a reminder, every hour. I touched the few steel coins left in my pocket, sighed, and finally called the intermediary.
"Hey, the sixth man in the black market? I'm Shen Ke. Do you have any work?"
"Hey, it's Master Shen! You haven't been open for a while. Why, money is tight?" A greasy voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Stop talking nonsense, yes or no?" I was not in the mood to argue with him. The loss of emotion makes me more and more impatient, and I feel tired even if I say more than one word to others.
