Time flew by, and soon it was the twenty-seventh of the twelfth lunar month. Most companies nationwide would be closing for the holidays around these days, and at the end of the year, Jiangcheng City became noticeably colder and quieter, with significantly fewer pedestrians on the streets than usual.
It's because, after all, Jiang City is considered a first-tier city in the country, populated by many outsiders who come here for work. Every year around this time, people would return to their hometowns, making Jiang City begin to feel deserted. Although not as severe as in the capital where the streets are almost empty at this time, the quietness is inevitable.
Ever since Da Huang finished his last job, he paid another visit to his landlady's house, got drunk, and then he started to slack off at home.
