"Lord Marquis Runsheng, stop at the intersection up ahead."
Run Sheng stopped the three-wheeler, bent over, and lifted the brake handle with his hand.
Li Sanjiang took out money from his pocket, didn't bother counting it, and handed it to Run Sheng: "Go there and buy some steamed buns, and then get me a bottle of liquor from the next store."
"What, drinking so early in the morning?"
"Just do as you're told, why all the useless chatter?"
"Alright then."
Run Sheng returned with the buns and liquor.
Li Sanjiang bit the bottle cap open, tossed his head to spit it out, and then took the liquor bottle and gulped down a big mouthful.
"Ah...eh...huff..."
The swig he took so early packed a punch; he had to bite into several buns consecutively to suppress the burning sensation.
"Aren't you eating?"
"Boss, I hustled out early in the morning and didn't bring any incense."
"Then why did you buy so many buns? They'll be cold by the time you take them back."
