As she remembered, before Bing lost a million the night after their fi rst son started school, he had said exactly the same words to her. You can bring me good luck.
But now I’m a broom, Mei grunted.
The “face” had deafened Bing. He turned to Mei furiously. “And you!”
“And you!” Mei roared back, starting to criticize him. “You are disloyal and superstitious! How could you believe spending fi ve-thousand, eight-thousand, on fi recrackers every Spring Festival can bring good fortune? The money is burnt! Where is your fortune?”