"Young man, do you know how much people outside pay for me to say a word?" the old man said.
"How much?" Ji Yun began to dig into his pocket.
"Two yuan a word, I just said so much to you, you owe me several hundred! Your two yuan parking fee is far from enough," the old man said with annoyance.
Ji Yun stopped digging into his pocket.
Alright, it was money he couldn't afford.
The old man lifted his fan with a lofty air and no longer answered Ji Yun's questions.
Fortunately, Ji Yun had thick skin. He dragged over a chair to sit beside the old man and took a fan to help the elder cool off, saying, "Old man, I saw you sitting here all alone and thought I'd keep you company for a chat. I'm a little volunteer from Lixue Middle School. Looking after the physical and mental health of every elderly person in Shanhu District is also my duty, hehe."
