Old Hu, with one hand feigning resistance and the other unabashedly snatching the two hundred-dollar bills Gu Yu had handed over, stuffed them into his pocket.
Gu Yu: "..."
Was this bachelor old man really that amusing?
He verbally refused, yet his hands seemed eager to pull another two hundred-dollar bills from his pocket?
However, he could tell that Old Hu's life must be quite tight, otherwise he wouldn't be living in that shipping container at the port and doing this ferrying business.
Being driven by others, it's always uncomfortable.
He reached into his pocket, planning to give another two hundred to Old Hu, but the next second, what Old Hu said made him wish he could take back the two hundred he had just handed over.
"Ah, what's the use of money? So old, and no young, beautiful wife would want me. You are from Bodhi Island, huh? With more than a dozen buildings? Collecting rent is killing me! If only I had a lady boss!"
Old Hu suddenly looked very sentimental.