Meanwhile, on Li Shun's end, the eight of them cautiously returned home, clutching the huge sum of 10,000 yuan. Li Shun's house was their usual gathering spot, where they would typically discuss any important matters.
Grandpa and Granny Li weren't surprised when Li Shun returned with his friends this time. Granny Li listened in while snapping string beans from a basin. She knew her grandson; even though everyone else called him a good-for-nothing punk, she knew better.
But Granny Li knew Li Shun wasn't a bad person at heart; he just wanted to find a path forward for himself and his buddies. Otherwise, he was already eighteen. If he had wanted to be a gangster's lackey, he would have done so years ago. Why else would he have spent all this time working odd jobs?
