The workers had been toiling away for several nights in a row, and now that they heard the work was stopping, each one of them wore a relieved expression as they turned to board their vehicles and leave, making sure to wave goodbye to Little Luojun.
"Little friend, goodbye."
"Take care on the road." After waving to several people and watching the excavators and bulldozers drive off into the distance, the little guy finally lowered his hand and handed the smartphone back to the African American bodyguard, complaining in English, "Uncle John, please remember to charge it next time, okay? I didn't even get to start recording before it died."
The African American bodyguard took his phone back and indeed saw that the screen was off. "But, you just said you had recorded everything."
Luo Jun shrugged his little shoulders, "Mom said, 'All is fair in war,' which means it's okay to lie to bad people."
At this point, the little guy looked around once more, "Uncle Mike, where's my mom?"
