Chen Yu watched as the convoy carrying his plump neighbor drove away.
Without hesitation, Chen Yu walked out of the cemetery, hailed a taxi, and got in.
"Where to?" the driver asked, looking back.
"To the capital," Chen Yu said with a wave of his hand.
"Okay, sir, fasten your... to the capital?!" the driver turned sharply, "Taking a taxi to the capital?!"
"Is there a problem?" Chen Yu, sitting in the back, crossed his legs.
"Why don't you take the train? It's going to be expensive on the meter."
"It doesn't matter, I'm not short of money," Chen Yu closed his eyes to rest, "Just drive."
"...then pay first," the driver hesitated for a moment, reaching out his hand.
Chen Yu, not wanting to talk more, pulled out five hundred cash from his wallet and threw it to the driver, "Keep the change."
Driver: "...not enough."
Chen Yu: "..."
In the car, the two exchanged a silent glance for a moment.
