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In the winter of 1997, the dark underbelly of Guangzhou saw a rare snowfall. When the first snow
descended over the city, the night was ripe with stars
and the hidden roads were crawling with thieves and
rouges. Beneath the icy haze, the impoverished alleys
were still dressed in graffiti and crowded with old
ments for every service imaginable—some
illegal and others that ought to be.
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From between the dimly lit alley walls, a young man
shuffled out into the pale vermillion light of an old
street vendor cart selling warm, roasted chestnuts and
pork skewers.
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“Xiao Ye!”
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The young man, Ye Wu Shang, froze when he heard a voice call out to him. There, at the food cart, was a
familiar face.
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“Lao Wang! Isn’t it too cold to be selling tonight?” Wu
Shang chuckled, his voice shaking as frigid air snuck
in through the smallest openings of his padded jacket,
stealing away his warmth.
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While winter’s veil continued to fall over the city, the
steady heat emanating from the food cart was both
welcoming and constant. So, Wu Shang hobbled over
to the vendor—an older man who was affectionately
known as Chestnut Wang by the locals. Shivering, Wu
Shang took refuge by the cart, basking in the strange
aroma of both chestnuts and pork.
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“Too hot or too cold, we still need the money,” Lao Wang
chuckled. “Can I pack you a bag of roasted chestnuts?
Xiao Su likes them, doesn’t she?”
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“She does- just pack me one bag. I was thinking of
getting her a treat before going home anyway, it might
lift her spirits.” Wu Shang sighed, his breath rolling in
the cold air as his mind drifted to the image of his wife, Su Ying Ruo.
⠀
In the earliest days of December, Wu Shang and Ying
Rou welcomed their newborn son, Ye Ming An. With
Ming An came a special winter and an abundance of
joy, but it was all short-lived and quickly overcome
by a great misfortune. All the locals had heard about
it, including Lao Wang, though the old man had been
polite enough to not bring it up. Until now.
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“How are things at home?” Lao Wang’s hushed voice
jarred Wu Shang from his trance. He almost didn’t hear
the question over the wailing winds, but this was how
most people approached his family’s situation, as if it
were too pitiful to let the earth hear. The innocence of
the inquiry was masking what everyone already knew—the Ye family was close to losing everything.
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Though the inhabitants of Guangzhou had endured
the ravages of time and the static economy, no one
in the area had yet to win their wrestle with poverty.
Still, at the very least, they had a roof over their heads
and food on the table. Up until a few weeks before
Ming An’s birth, the Ye family had withstood their
shortcomings in the same way. However, their simple
life took a turn for the worst when Wu Shang suffered
an unexpected injury that rendered his right leg weak
and nearly paralyzed. Trapped with a lifetime of pain
and a persistent limp, he was faced with a cruel
reality that offered him nothing but guilt and shame—he could no longer his young family.
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“Well, it would be better if I could work. No one wants
to hire a crippled man, but who can blame them?” Wu
Shang smiled; eyes glazed with pain as a frustrated fist
came down on his bad leg. He struck his thigh a few
times, but it was numb to the sensation.
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With a knowing hum, Lao Wang handed Wu Shang a
brown paper bag filled generously with warm roasted
chestnuts. The old man’s face was downcast, pity and
sorrow weighed down his shoulders, and Wu Shang could only feel sorry for the discomfort he was causing.
Yet, as he collected the bag of chestnuts, he noticed his
friend’s expression twisting with hesitation; before
he could inquire about this, Lao Wang spoke.
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“Xiao Ye, I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but
maybe it will help you. The choice is yours, but...” Lao
Wang trailed off, his gaze shifting anxiously as if he
was contemplating one poison over the other.
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“But what?” Wu Shang echoed, stuffing the bag of
chestnuts into his jacket to keep them warm for his wife, while cautiously staring at his old friend.
Moments ed and Wu Shang's caution gradually
blossomed into realization. “You have a job for me.”
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“It’s dangerous.” Lao Wang shook his head, regret
washing over his weather-beaten face. He should have never opened his mouth.
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There was a long silence between the two men which
was broken only by the occasional winter gusts and
the eerie creaking of loose metal. The city breathed
around them, still alive with crime and pulsing with
secrets and untold stories. Wu Shang did not move or
speak, too afraid that the hope dangling in front of him
would disappear if he breathed. Seeing this, Lao Wang
let out a defeated sigh and gave in, understanding that
the young man’s stillness was a cry for help. A spirit
of desperation. Stubbornness. Resilience.
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“A cousin of mine knows some people, they’re looking
for a local with a clean record,” Lao Wang paused, "it
seems like they’re in the drug business with Four
Heavens.”
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“Four Heavens? That’s a…” Wu Shang didn’t have the
courage to finish his thought. Four Heavens was an
elusive triad that had become active in the northern
regions of Guangzhou over the last few years. Most people feared them and the locals always did their
best to avoid the triad —turning a blind eye
to their criminality and burying the stories of their
violence in gossip.
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“You don’t have to take it. I was just saying…” Lao Wang
leaned in closer, silently hoping that the anticipation of
danger would deter the young man, but the eyes that
stared back at him told a different story. So, Lao Wang
quickly came to the realization that reasoning with his
friend would be in vain. Wu Shang would do anything for his family.
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“That cousin of yours, where can I find him?” Wu Shang
asked, his coffee brown eyes blazing with unbridled
determination. His mind was made.
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Lao Wang couldn’t bring himself to answer but, instead,
grabbed an old piece of paper and a pen. His frail hands
shook, in part from the winter chill, but mostly from
the fear that had settled deep in his heart.
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Had he pushed this young man into the beginnings of a tragedy? Only time would tell.
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Though the future was uncertain, Lao Wang knew one thing was true—that night, he had sent Wu Shang staggering home with a warm bag of roasted chestnuts, an address scribbled on grease-stained paper, and the promise of a better future.
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