Led by that granddaughter of his, Zhang Ming headed to the nearby stadium.
Perhaps because he was meeting old friends, or perhaps because he had settled on a direction, Zhang Ming was in quite a good mood.
Watching this girl who looked so much like Younger Sister, her black ponytail swinging in the wind, he could not help teasing her. "So you've been brought into the fold? How much is the government paying you a month?"
Zhang Yueyue flushed despite herself. As she led the way, she said indignantly, "I wanted to ask for a fortune and get a good price, but that brother of mine insisted on not taking a single cent!"
"He said that would be shameless corruption. Why should we get paid for something so trivial? It's not as if we don't have hands and feet. Why should we insist on riding our ancestor's coattails to glory?"
"Don't you think there's something seriously wrong with his head?"
Zhang Ming laughed heartily, finding these young people oddly endearing.
"Then how about I give you a little present? Would you like one?"
Zhang Yueyue swallowed and said suspiciously, "Of course I want a present, but if it's too expensive... I'll pass, so I don't get scolded."
Old Zhang shook his head. "It's been so many days, and I still haven't given you a greeting gift. I don't know what to give you, either."
"How about this? Whatever you want, I can give it to you."
"Don't be shy. Just tell me what you want, and don't worry about your brother. If you ask for a little present on the sly, who's going to know?"
"I want that... Ba Bo'erben ice cream. It costs over eighty a bar! It's a little expensive, so I've never tried it." The girl pointed