Though he only finished middle school, he could read, and he was a clever person, always looking for business opportunities in the newspaper.
"Shit!" he suddenly shouted. His wife, eating nearby, was startled, almost choking, and pounded her chest with force. "What's wrong with you, acting all crazy and not eating properly?"
Chen Bingxi pointed at the newspaper, "Look, even those who sell drugs have nuclear bombs..."
Unlike normal people, his tone wasn't worried, but envious.
"How much must that cost?"
"How many plastic products must you make yourself?"
He grew up poor, with a twisted obsession with money.
His wife glanced at him, "What? You want to sell drugs too?"
She said it with a laugh, finding it amusing.
But looking at Chen Bingxi's expression, it grew increasingly serious, with a determined look.
"Hey, hey, hey? No, what do you really want to do?" his wife panicked, "Don't mess around, that's asking to be beheaded."
