Tian Xiaofang heard footsteps finally approaching. He quickly scrambled out from under the car, peeked toward the main gate and the office, and whispered, "How'd it go?"
"Thanks."
"Glad you didn't get beaten up."
'What an uncomfortably blunt thing to say.' His old man was probably in the mood to tan his hide right now. Thinking about how his father was likely stewing over that one comment, Shen Weimin decided to make a quick exit.
Not only did he beat a retreat, but he also took his father's right-hand man, Little Fang, with him. He had no choice. No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't remember where the black market was located at this time of year.
The local black market usually opened around midnight or in the early hours of the morning. Shen Weimin hadn't forgotten that. He also clearly remembered that it typically stayed open for just an hour or two.
