"Grandpa Zhao, tell her, how much is your monthly salary?" Chen Hao asked.
Chen Hao generally wouldn't lay a hand on a woman, even though the one before him was really annoying, she hadn't crossed his line yet.
Hearing Chen Hao's question, the old man said, "I'm just idle with nothing better to do, that's why I took the job as a cleaner, it's also to pass the time."
The woman sneered from the side, "Oh, that sounds nicer than a song. You cleaners wear rags, but actually, your salaries are high, just like those who pick through trash and beg for money, all pretending to be poor! And now you're pretending to be all high and mighty. If you've got the guts, why don't you say how much your salary is? Taking taxpayers' money, you're supposed to work for us. If we all stopped throwing away trash, wouldn't we be feeding you for nothing!?"
