Mr Milk the debt collector. Bao Zhong. Formosa.
It had been an ordinary sort of day for Mr Milk. He'd had to listen to the usual tales of woe from the struggling farmers who could not meet their repayments to his boss. Mr Milk always gave them extra time to pay, even covering their debts out of his own pocket. He knew just how hard it was to control the spiralling costs of unorthodox loans. However, this evening Mr Milk was even less talkative than usual; as his oldest friend and current drinking partner owed the syndicate heavily for his Mahjong addiction.
Tomorrow, after the hangover had started the real pain would begin. Mr Milk would have to take what meagre possessions his friend had and leave his family homeless. He did not want to tell his friend this evening. Let him enjoy his beer, for tomorrow he would be destitute, and if no funds were forthcoming, minus a couple of fingers.
Mr Milk did not enjoy his profession. He'd always wanted to be a magician.
Mr Milk the debt collector. Bao Zhong. Formosa.
It had been an ordinary sort of day for Mr Milk. He'd had to listen to the usual tales of woe from the struggling farmers who could not meet their repayments to his boss. Mr Milk always gave them extra time to pay, even covering their debts out of his own pocket. He knew just how hard it was to control the spiralling costs of unorthodox loans. However, this evening Mr Milk was even less talkative than usual; as his oldest friend and current drinking partner owed the syndicate heavily for his Mahjong addiction.
Tomorrow, after the hangover had started the real pain would begin. Mr Milk would have to take what meagre possessions his friend had and leave his family homeless. He did not want to tell his friend this evening. Let him enjoy his beer, for tomorrow he would be destitute, and if no funds were forthcoming, minus a couple of fingers.
Mr Milk did not enjoy his profession. He'd always wanted to be a magician.