Wu Lao Han is eighty-nine years old this year, a lifelong bachelor, living alone in the Sanli Bay community.
Actually, he used to have a wife and children, but because he was not very hygiene-conscious, not bathing was one thing, but he also often went out to scavenge trash, turning his home into a complete mess, reeking all over.
His wife and children had tried to persuade him to no avail, so they left.
Wu Lao Han couldn't care less about his wife and children's nagging, so stubbornly, he lived here, embracing his bachelor life.
During the day, when he had nothing to do, he would wander around the community, picking up some trash to bring back; at night, he would go out and flirt with the ladies dancing in the square, even though no one paid him any attention—no helping it, he was too smelly.
Today, as usual, Wu Lao Han rode his tricycle, leisurely roaming around the Sanli Bay community.
"Old Wu is here, let's go!"
