He Xuewen seemed aloof and unearthly at first glance, like a deity among men, but after getting to know him better, one would realize he was like a deity holding a Jade Abacus, far too good at doing business. He was the kind who could even salvage four pounds of iron nails from a rotten ship!
After washing the dirty clothes, Tang Qiubai hung them out to dry in the yard, greeting He Xuewen and his daughter with a smile. He Xuewen still quite liked the kid Tang Qiubai. Though the child might be a little too cunning, it was just the way the world had shaped him.
Among the kids, Tang Qiubai stood out; only Tian Xinhua and Jianguo could quite compare with him. Chengsi, that foolish boy, might be good in a fight, but when it came to using their heads, he couldn't keep up with the others.
