Something About 203

"Brother Xiang, I heard that you are very good at telling stories. Come and have one!" On the side of the road, several electric tricycles were parked under the shade of the trees. The drivers had already gathered together, chatting with each other. In the crowd, a fat man who weighed more than 200 kilograms turned his head and looked at the senior who was sitting alone on the stone bar, smoking a cigarette. He walked to his side with a smile, squatted down and sat on the stone bar with great effort, and spoke. Xiang Qian, who was smoking alone, glanced at the fat man. "What do you want to hear?" "Of course it's about 203!" The fat man rubbed his hands excitedly and looked at Xiang Qian expectantly.