Chapter 1270

Matthew was taken aback, then understood. "I'm not a tiger—what are you afraid of?" Miles forced an awkward smile but still could not meet Matthew's eyes directly. Matthew patted the seat beside him and said, "Come on, get in!" Miles responded nervously, "Yeah, coming." He grabbed the door handle and climbed into the passenger seat, shrinking into the corner near the door. He maintained a good foot of distance between himself and Matthew. After a moment of silence, Matthew said, "Miles, your family sells ginger for a dollar a pound. Your dad works hard all year—plowing, planting, buying fertilizer and pesticides, and taking on all the risks of drought or floods that could wipe out the whole crop. "For all that work, he only makes ten cents, while guys like Cassius make several dollars just by being middlemen. Do you think that's fair?" The emotions Miles had been holding back suddenly burst forth. "No, it's not fair at all! My dad does all the work, makes all the investments, tak