Xiao Man asked again, "So, does Secretary Mo know you've come to Wancheng to sell herbs?"
"He does, but he pretends not to. To prevent any trouble on the road, he gave me a note. It just says I'm transporting herbs for a purchasing unit, without specifying which one. It doesn't matter where I sell them; I tear up these notes afterward. They're useless then."
"And that's okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be? Your grandpa doesn't cause trouble. It's been fine for all these years."
"Oh, so the price that 'boss' gives you is really high?"
"Much higher than the procurement station." Grandpa looked at Xiao Man with a smile. "'Boss'? You know that word too."
"The man pays a high price, which means he's rich. And rich people are called 'bosses,' right? That's what they do in the movies!"
Xiao Man imitated a little beggar from a movie, holding out her hand and shouting, "Boss, boss, have a heart, spare a few coins!"
