"Can I exchange it for money" Fang Xing sat in the cramped rental house, eagerly awaiting a response from the other end of the phone.,In August, bonfires blazed on the waterfront. Several large ships were docked there, and trucks, like industrious bees, ferried cargo from the vast warehouses to the vessels.,To his surprise, Fang Xing just cursed and found himself back on the carved wooden bed.。