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The sun hung high in the sky, pouring down bright rays of light as if it were free, scorching the earth and making the streets shimmer with heat. Even standing still, one could break into a sweat. Yet, the bustling crowd in the market paid no mind to the sweltering heat. In the narrow, lively old streets, vendors shouted at the top of their lungs, boasting about their goods: "Look at this quality! Truly good stuff! The prices are unbeatable—miss it and you’ll regret it!" Their voices carried a tenacious spirit and enthusiasm, cutting through the noise and drawing the attention of passersby who paused to take a look.
Zhuang Tunan thought to himself as he hawked his wares. Although this journey was tough, every customer he attracted brought him one step closer to success. If he didn’t sweat too much, he could surely double his investment. By the end of summer, he would be able to hold his head high when returning to school, proud that he hadn’t wasted his vacation.
As night fell like a thick black curtain over the land and the moon quietly climbed among the branches, casting a cool glow, the surroundings grew still except for the occasional bark of a dog. Yet they continued their relentless journey on the road; the massive cargo truck moved steadily along the winding path under the moonlight. In the back of the truck, two people huddled tightly in their coats, nestled in a corner filled with an array of goods. Cold wind rushed in through gaps like mischievous children, chilling their hands and feet and making their teeth chatter. Drowsiness washed over them like relentless waves; their eyelids felt heavy. But both knew that if they fell asleep, any mishap could ruin all their hard work.
So they pushed through it—nudging each other’s arms and patting each other’s shoulders for encouragement while muttering: "Brother, just hang in there! Close your eyes for just a moment, and we’ll be there soon. We can’t let this cargo go!" Lu Zean was filled with anxiety and worry; anxious about how long this long road would last and worried that if he truly fell asleep, not only would they suffer great losses, but they would also betray everyone’s trust—what then?
In the front seat, three people took turns gripping the steering wheel, their eyes wide open like saucers as they focused intently on the slightly blurred road illuminated by moonlight. Occasionally, they would turn around to check if their companions were still awake and shout: "Hey! Stay alert! Don’t doze off—we’re almost there!"
This relentless work day and night felt like an old clock wound too tightly, ticking away without pause. But fortune favored those who persevered; it seemed as if they had been blessed by the God of Wealth. Each day brought more customers flooding in like a tide, and their money bags swelled visibly. Every night when they found a place to rest and gathered around to count their earnings, seeing profits multiply several times over made their eyes widen in disbelief. Then they would burst into laughter, fatigue vanishing from their faces as joy erupted within them like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. They envisioned expanding this small business step by step into something grander, creating a renowned enterprise known throughout town and countryside.
Everyone silently celebrated their initial decision and appreciated each other's efforts along the way. They felt that the future was filled with endless possibilities and were even more motivated than before.
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