Guanjun stared out of his window, in obvious content. This. This was the life he had long yearned for, and worked tirelessly for. Now, all his hard work paid off, and he finally had the chance to experience something he had long dreamt of: Sitting on a plush recliner on a Friday afternoon, with no one to bother him. (WHERE DA METH)
But of course, work wasn't everything in life for Guanjun. He took enjoyment in the little pleasures in life too, leisure in hobbies and interests. When he was in primary school, he used to joke about taking drugs and distributing them.
Now, he scoffed at the mere thought. He already had what he wanted, why joke about it? (HAPPY?)
Who would have known it was so easy for fantasies to become reality? Guanjun pondered, as he tossed a ziplock packet brimming with brown powder toward a doorstep. A wrinkled, scrawny hand reached out from within the ajar door and snatched the ziplock packet from Guanjun's tightened grasp.
"Money," he persisted.
The sigh his client let out then was pointedly audible, but the client reluctantly stuffed a wad of yellowing notes into Guanjun's expectant hand anyway, collected his packet, and retreated back into the damp safety of his dilapidated house.
Guanjun loved his free time so terribly.
End of Chapter 7: Hobbies And Interests
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