On the first night when Chen Shi took over his grandfather's business, someone brought an empty coffin.
The coffin bearer said: The person inside will die tomorrow night.
The account book left by grandpa turned over the pages and wrote a name.
Under the name, a line of small words appeared: +8.
Chen Shi stared at that line of text for a long time - piece rate?
From that day on, he settled the accounts for others. What is lost is the unspoken words and the justice that is not sought.
Once the account is settled, the name fades away, and there is an additional performance on the ledger.
He turned to the first page of the ledger: Grandpa's name was registered twenty years ago.
But grandpa was only buried this year.
