"Why?" The younger brother asked, puzzled.
"Just wait and see." Long Wu, chomping on a cigar, said, "The best is yet to come."
The two six-wheeler trucks were driven back to Changlin Community by Lin Chuan and his crew, to that antiquated factory, spick and span, where Zhou Kai and other young brothers from the Changlin Community cleaned every day. This state-owned enterprise, once glorious and home to tens of thousands of workers, now lay in ruins, with much of its land sold off. Only this plot remained, its roof with several holes through which, when it rained, heavy rain fell outside and light rain inside.
