On the first day I worked as a busboy in a seafood store, the boss drunkenly patted me on the shoulder: "Boy, do you know why I hired you?"
I shook my head.
He burped: "Because your knife skills for cutting salmon are exactly the same as our young master who has been missing for twenty years."
A week later, the entire street was filled with luxury cars late at night.
The legendary and vicious uncles had red eyes and raised their wine glasses: "Welcome home, heirs of the East China Sea Dragon Palace."
