Chapter 7: One Cannot Contend with Fate
Li Yan stood under the streetlight, gazing at the red and green neon lights. He held a phone with a dialed call.
"Hello?"
On the other end of the line was a familiar male voice.
"Kun, are you home?"
Li Yan raised his eyebrows in some surprise.
"Yep, my mom wanted me to bring the kids over for dinner this weekend. It's rare for you to call my house."
"Is uncle there?"
"He's in the study, reading the newspaper. What's up?"
Chen Kun adjusted his glasses, holding the telephone receiver in his hand.
"Oh, there's a matter..."
Dust rose and spread under the golden streetlight, and the sounds of engines and metal echoed from the factory into the night. Decorated with a few sparse weeds, the vast loess land stretched before him. Li Yan watched people sitting and smoking outside the factory gate, his lips moving slightly.
"That's pretty much the situation."
After explaining, Li Yan laughed and said, "I guess this is me... reporting the local situation to the old cadre."
"Oh..."