“操！”李浩把那块破手表摔在地上，力度之大，直接把一块水泥地砸出个小坑。他抬头往旁边街角的监控探头啐了一口，心想：“他娘的，一千三百万没了，全交代这破玩意儿手里了！”

冷风一吹，李浩打了个哆嗦。他蹲在地上，围着那小坑转了两圈，捡起几片碎玻璃，在手里翻来覆去地看。这块表是他托人从古玩市场淘来的，说是祖上传下的传家宝，花了三千块。谁知道这厮，明明是个低仿，他愣是当真了，拍着胸脯跟李浩说能值个一千三百万。李浩当时还觉得这老头挺实在，结果呢？一千三百万，打了水漂！

“这老小子，肯定是在骗我！”李浩越想越气，拳头握得咯咯响。

他 stormed out of the alley, kicking at a loose paving stone. His mind was racing, the anger still simmering. He needed to forget about this, move on. But how? The economy was tough, jobs were scarce, and now this?

He walked down the street, the winter air biting at his cheeks. People bustled around him, all wrapped up in their own lives. He saw a vendor selling hot dogs, the steam rising into the cold air. He saw kids running around, laughing. It was a normal day, but it felt so far away from him right now.

“Maybe I should just go back to drinking,” Lihao thought, a dark thought crossing his mind. But then he remembered his sister, Li Hua. She was studying hard, saving up to pay for her tuition. He couldn't let that go to waste.