"Hey mister, busy?"
Old Wang was lying on a recliner, next to which was a three-legged stool with an old radio on it. He was squinting, listening to the commentary coming from the radio.
"Who are you?"
Old Wang opened one eye and glanced at Jiang Xiaobai, finding him unfamiliar. Most of the people who came here were acquaintances, and it was Jiang Xiaobai's first time.
"Well, buying something?"
Old Wang asked.
"Not selling anything, I have nothing to sell. How about you use a scale and weigh me to see how much I'm worth." Jiang Xiaobai joked.
"I'm not a meat stall; if you want to sell meat, go to a meat stall." Old Wang chuckled.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Mister, I'm just looking for someone to chat with. You seem pretty free, so why don't we shoot the breeze?"
Old Wang said, "Who has time to chit-chat! Kid, at first glance, you seem up to no good. Tell me, what are you here to steal?"
