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Sheyan turned around, only to see a golden haired fella that seemed to be in his mid thirties standing by the side. Wearing a leather jacket outside, he had a black elastic singlet inside; his muscles bulging out distinctly. Sheyan recognized him, he was called Bao Tianshen. He loved others to call him Baoyu (Abalone) bro. He was one of those those despicable sort that didn't work without money, and if there was money, he wouldn't work wholeheartedly.
Sheyan didn't have the time to bicker with him, he quietly replied.
"Brother Baoyu, let's have a drink next time."
After speaking, he proceeded to exit. Instead, Baoyu took a glass of beer and obstructed Sheyan, exposing his yellowish teeth as he laughed.
"I heard you offered that Fan Tong (Rice bowl) 30,000 bucks to find your old man? Then what about your other brothers?"