Fists the Size of Punching Bags

A week's time was up. Ren Baqian looked at motorbike, which seemed more broken than before and nodded with satisfaction.

"Remember, one month." Ren Baqian pointed his finger at Tong Lan and Shi Gan.

"Everyone is a brick that builds up Dayao. The division of labor does not take into consideration your wealth or status. Work hard! The brushes and buckets are over there. Tomorrow, I hope I can see a sparkling clean toilet." Ren Baqian waved to everyone and left swiftly.

Everyone looked dejected.

However, they had anticipated this happening two days ago. Shi Gan was able to accept the reality rather fast.

He cupped his fists and said to everyone, "Brothers and sisters, sorry for troubling you these few days. Let's make a night of it at House Shanhuai someday. Actually, I have to trouble everyone with another request…"

With an embarrassed tone, Shi Gan continued, "Everyone, please aim properly… Don't spray your pee all over the toilet…"