"Take money from the dead? Am I crazy?"
Disdain written all over his face, Jian Ran took a sip of Erguotou. It burned his throat, making him hiss.
The old kitchen worker narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a long while. Seeing that he did not seem to be joking, his expression changed again, returning to the kindly, slightly vacant look unique to the elderly.
"Good, as long as you're not after it. But with all that big talk, do you know who's in that coffin? Aren't you afraid he'll come looking for you?"
Jian Ran glanced at the old man's glass. "Are you drinking or not?"
The old man froze for a moment before belatedly raising his glass and taking a sip. Then he picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of blood sausage. "There, I drank."
"Well? Strong stuff, isn't it?"
"A real man's drink."
His cheeks flushed, the old man glanced at Yu Hong. "Do you dare drink some?"
Yu Hong waved his hands. "I'll pass."
"I've still got something to do. I'll head out first."
Yu Hong had originally planned to stick it out to the end, but seeing how things were going, he decided to make himself scarce and ask the cultural relics bureau staff about the old man's background once he got outside.
No matter how he looked at that face, the man did not look like a good person.
Lu Yanting, who had been ignored the whole time, remained silent.
Although the old kitchen worker had not directed anything at him, he vaguely felt that some of the man's seemingly pointed remarks were aimed indirectly at him.
"That's your director?" The old kitchen worker watched Yu Hong's retreating, flustered figure. "Such a coward. Can this movie even get made?"
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