Right outside the International Qingcheng building, there was a bus stop.
Wang Hao had just left the company when he saw a bus coming straight towards him.
He casually reached into his pocket, found it empty, cleaner than his face, and was at a loss for what to do, when a ragged beggar walked up to him, stretched out his beggar's bowl, and vigorously shook the change inside.
Seeing this, Wang Hao shook his head.
But the beggar didn't give up. He persisted and extended the bowl again, shaking the coins once more.
In that moment, Wang Hao was moved, nodded at him, and casually took two coins from the bowl before boarding the slowly starting bus.
The beggar looked baffled, glanced at his own bowl, then at the boarding Wang Hao, stood dumbfounded for a moment, and then started chasing after him, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.
