The early morning in Bali Gou was as dim as evening. Standing in a shack with sewage flowing all around and looking west, the three-story office building of the mining area was faintly visible through the haze.
Two miners squatted at the door of the diagonally opposite shack, eating noodles from large bowls.
The two devoured their noodles with garlic, eating heartily, as the foreman with a safety helmet approached them.
"Old Si, where's Southern Barbarian?"
"Who knows which corner he's hiding in."
Just as the short miner finished speaking, a miner, dark as a black man, came out and asked, "Captain Yang, were you looking for me?"
The foreman asked unhappily, "It's almost time to start working, why aren't you eating your meal?"
The swarthy miner turned and looked back, explaining, "I don't eat noodles, I was cooking inside."
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