The old folks always relished a few pots of wine and a plate of peanuts when they told stories.
The old man initially didn't want to talk much with them, but Gu Mian coaxed him out with just a few words.
Now, they were all seated in a small, local eatery. The old man sat happily at the table, not even glancing at the main entrance anymore.
He picked up a peanut, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed with gusto. Listening nearby, Yuwen Hao and the others couldn't help but swallow.
"Speaking of Zhou Guanglei and Zhao Wen, they both died two years ago, but their deaths were more than two months apart," the old man began.
"Let's start with Zhao Wen. Before he died, Zhao Wen had already quit his job here. At the time, those of us at the factory thought he'd gone off to make his fortune somewhere. We never expected to hear he was dead less than three months later."
