Transfer Two Million? I Still Sell Vegetables

At three o'clock in the morning, I squatted at the wholesale market to pick vegetables. The phone lit up. A transfer record: 2 million yuan was credited to the account ending in 3387. PS: Come back. I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and continued picking tomatoes. In my tenth year of selling vegetables, I am used to getting up at this time. I am also used to the money arriving on time every month, and those two words. Mother-in-law—former mother-in-law called: "Xiao Meng, Ji Heng is hospitalized again, can't you come back to see him?" "We have been divorced for eight years." "He won't eat or sleep. The doctor said if he continues like this-" I'm hung up. The food on the scale weighed exactly three pounds and two taels. "Boss, how do you sell this celery?" I looked up and saw a man in a black coat standing in front of the stall. I have lost more than forty pounds. His eyes were all blue and black. Ji Heng looked at me, his lips trembling for a long time, and what he said was: "Is this celery... Fresh?"