"That's all in the past!"

Feng Guangrong seemed unwilling to discuss this topic and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, why did you go to that company?"

"Let's find a friend to take us back," Wang Qian said truthfully.

"Then... how much will the travel expenses be?"

Feng Guangrong's face turned somewhat grim again. "I might not have enough money. Why don't you let me off the bus? I'll figure something out myself..."

"Dr. Feng!"

Wang Qian grasped Feng Guangrong's hand, "It's free, don't worry."

"How could it be free?"

Feng Guangrong was very stubborn, "Even if he's your friend, you still have to pay for the gas, right?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a plastic bag containing money from his pocket. "I only have one dollar and fifty cents right now. Why don't you keep this for now, and I'll pay you back the rest later!"

Wang Qian's breath hitched.

But this time, he didn't stop it.

He watched helplessly as Feng Guangrong unfolded the plastic bag, took out a bunch of crumpled coins, and handed them over with trembling hands.

"Count them, isn't it one dollar and fifty cents?"

As he handed over the money, Feng Guangrong forced a smile, his wrinkled old face filled with helplessness and inferiority.

"OK!"

Wang Qian did not refuse, took the money with both hands, and counted it carefully.

It was indeed one dollar and fifty cents, made entirely of one or two cents in small change.

"How much extra money do I need to pay you for taking this tricycle and having your friend take us back?"

Seeing Wang Qian accept the money, Feng Guangrong's ashamed expression finally eased a bit. "I still grow some crops at home. I'll make it up to you later when I sell them."

"It's okay, pay it back slowly, no rush!"

Wang Qian forced a smile and waved the wad of change in his hand. "Then I'll take this money."

As he said this, he actually stuffed the pile of loose change that Feng Guangrong handed him into his bag.