After starting work, Song Xiaotian and I drove to Uncle Song's teahouse while we were out handing out flyers.
After Uncle Song heard why we had come, he readily agreed to help.
"But you'll have to give me a photo of this Jin fellow, whatever his name is. Saves me the trouble of checking the surveillance footage."
"No problem."
I found a photo of Jin Wujie on my phone and sent it to Uncle Song.
"Uncle Song, it would be best if you could keep him under surveillance."
"For how long?"
"Not long. A week at most, probably."
Uncle Song said that would be no problem.
He put down his phone, held a hand out to Song Xiaotian, and rubbed his fingers together.
Song Xiaotian looked incredulous. "What? You're charging your own son?"
"What do you mean?" Uncle Song snapped. "Do you expect me to watch him for you myself? Of course I'm going to find someone else. Don't I have to pay them? You're all grown up, yet you still don't know a thing about how the world works."
Song Xiaotian said, "Just pay for me, then. I seriously wonder whether I'm even your son. What's wrong with me spending a little of your money? Did Mom confiscate your secret stash again, so now you're coming to me for cash?"
Uncle Song said, "Hurry up and quit wasting words. Give me two thousand. If you weren't my son, I'd charge you at least ten thousand!"
"Here!" Song Xiaotian reluctantly transferred two thousand yuan to him.
"You're such a cheapskate!"
"If you don't leave me your estate, I swear I'll dump you in a nursing home!"
With that, Song Xiaotian got up and ran.
Uncle Song chased after him in a fury. "What did you say? Say that again if