Song Heping pulled out a tissue and wiped his nose, saying, "I guess someone's missing me."
"Missing you?" the cook laughed. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Song Heping shook his head: "No."
With his previous financial situation, how could he possibly have a girlfriend?
Before coming here to make a fortune, he had been so poor that a thief would leave his house in tears.
Now, he actually had some money.
But the thought of returning home gave him a headache.
He was afraid something might go wrong.
It seemed better to use a different identity for this line of work.
Once he was truly done with this line, he could switch back to his real identity and go back to live a good life with a good girl.
He certainly couldn't let anyone know how he made his money.
This was something he couldn't tell anyone.
He had it all figured out already.
If someone asked what he was doing abroad,
he'd say he was in trade.
International trade.
It sounded very impressive.