After all that anxiety-ridden effort to bring the things here, now they want me to send them back? Li Hongjiu almost laughed in sheer exasperation.
"What are you playing at? Treating me like an errand boy is one thing, but sending this money back and forth—are you messing with me?"
Shi Chun spoke with earnest gravity, "Brother Jiu, Wu Jinliang is waiting for my news. If you don’t bring word, he won’t know what the next step is to coordinate. If he acts recklessly, things will go wrong.
When he sees this money, he’ll naturally understand what I mean." Li Hongjiu choked on his words, finding it absolutely uncanny how things were between this guy and that big oaf. The messages they passed back and forth were never clearly explained, yet both understood each other’s meaning.
And he, the one in the middle responsible for delivering the messages, who experienced it all firsthand, was utterly unable to grasp what the two of them were up to. After coming back to his senses, he pointed at that pile of wood and said, "You’re already hiding those, a few more won’t matter.
Keeping them on me and moving them around is very dangerous." Shi Chun shook his head.