Eccentricity of a Genius

The old man calling out at Yuan Zhou looked to be about 70 years old. His face was filled with wrinkles, yet it was also clear his complexion looked rather bad. Even when calling out at Yuan Zhou, he was somewhat out of breath.

It was also obvious that the old man was somewhat hunchbacked.

The old man was Liu Zhonggui, 74 years old this year, a homeless person in this area.

If one was polite about it, one would call him a salvager, but if one was being frank, he was simply a rubbish collector.

But this old man was very different than the other rubbish collectors. He was much older, and his body was worse off.

Secondly, although the hands, legs, and the hem of his pants were dirty, the other parts of his outfit were kept clean despite how worn-out his clothes were.

Finally, the old man seemed to only appear at the trash dump station after dark.

"Yes?" Yuan Zhou stopped and asked politely.