"I don't know how much bride price we can get. Didn't our son say he's marrying a soldier? I'm afraid there won't be much money," Father Chip smacked his lips, "But I heard that the bride price for girls from the southland isn't low, even if he's a soldier. Wanting someone like Jillian Carter, a star, you'd have to spend tens of thousands on the bride price, right? These tens of thousands, no matter what, we've got to get them.
"Did you find out where Jillian Carter lives?" Mother Chip was concerned about this.
"Yes, she's not in the Capital Province; she's in the southland," Father Chip said, "Traveling by train would take more than ten hours. How can we old folks with old waist and arms endure that?"
"Why take the train? Dad, Mom, we're so rich now, why take the train? Let's fly, and let's take that first class cabin so everyone gives way to us!" the chubby boy said, "Dad, let's fly to go see her."
