A clean hand, holding a damp cloth, wiped away the Arabic numerals on the board. The hand was delicate and refined, with a thick palm that suggested good fortune. Its five fingers were white and tender like young bamboo shoots, their tips sharp and pointed like spring shoots carved from jade. The nails were trimmed neatly and shone with a polished sheen, rounded and cute in their rosy hue.,Li Danye was from the same hometown as Le Yun. He had a stubborn personality when he was young and was nicknamed Li Daniu. The old man used to be a minor official in his hometown, that is, a civil servant. His son ran a business in the county town. After retirement, the old man couldn't sit still and, as a lover of traditional culture, came to set up a stall selling small antiques.,He just complained, he wouldn't give a ten-dollar cigarette money, let alone a single penny, because the shop hadn't opened yet today and he didn't want to give it away for free, so he took it.。