บท 86: The Wise One Among the Natives

"It's my pleasure to provide my services. Let's go, my customer." Hearing that Zhang Lisheng agreed to buy the jelly gem, the native young man ran out of the store barefooted to the attached mud hut not far away. He strenuously pushed out a worn out three-wheeled motorcycle that was almost as tall as him. He stepped on the motorcycle's engine with all of his might. 'Rrr…', the native young man shouted in the midst of the rumbling noise, "Get up sir, let's go."

"I hope you have your driver's license," Zhang Lisheng mumbled in the dark and went into the motorcycle's side bucket. The motorcycle started moving in a wobbly manner, though it was gradually getting faster. It dashed forward on the bumpy streets with potholes. Some ten minutes later, the motorcycle parked relatively far from a brightly lit hotel.