"Are you not taking the Go manual?"
"Isn't it paper too?"
"Not exactly..."
The scrap collector shook his head.
"It's just that this Go manual..."
"I think the old man showed it to me once..."
The scrap collector wasn't entirely sure.
After all, to many people...
Go manuals were really hard to tell apart.
"My dad showed it to you?"
The son was slightly taken aback.
"Yeah."
The scrap collector picked up the Go manual and took a look.
"I think this is the one."
The scrap collector nodded. "I happened to come by to collect scrap that day."
"The old man had just come back from outside."
"He looked so happy."
"So I casually asked him, 'You seem happy. What happened?'"
"The old man picked up the Go manual in his hand and waved it at me..."
"Did you see it?"
The old man asked, unable to hide his happiness, with a hint of mystery in his expression.
The scrap collector was stunned for a moment.
Then he nodded. "I saw it."
He felt a little confused.
What was that supposed to mean?
Actually, at first the scrap collector hadn't recognized the book in the old man's hand as a Go manual.
Or rather, if the old man hadn't deliberately "shown it off" to him, he wouldn't have cared what the old man was holding.
The scrap collector narrowed his eyes.
The old man kept moving his hand around.
It made it hard for him to see what was written in the book the old man was holding...
"What is it?"
The scrap collector asked outright.
"You keep waving it around, old man. I can't see anything."
The old man was slightly taken aback.
Then he stopped moving his hand as