"What happened to you? You look so ragged," Li Xiaoyao teased with a smile, "Don't tell me you got caught peeping at a widow taking a bath?"
Jiang Lichun ignored his teasing, walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, guzzled down several big gulps of water, and then looked up at Li Xiaoyao and asked, "If I offered you a fortune, would you want it?"
Li Xiaoyao's eyebrows lifted slightly, but he wasn't too excited.
He had known old man Jiang for some time, and while he couldn't say he was familiar with him, he did have an understanding of him.
Without a profit motive, he didn't believe Jiang would offer him so-called riches for no reason.
"Let's hear it," Li Xiaoyao walked over and sat at one end of the sofa.
Old man Jiang took out an old smoking pipe, filled it with tobacco, lit it up, and began puffing away. The living room filled with smoke, resembling the kind of place in 'Journey to the West' where demons were bound to lurk.