บท 721: Another Traveller

The male staff and the old man never expected that Zhang Heng hadn't brought any money. The one-dollar room wasn't expensive by any standard, but seeing as to how filthy and depressing the environment was, no one would be willing to stay here even if they reduced the price by another 50%. Since the bus was not in service, Zhang Heng had no choice but to live here. Logically, he had no reason to save that one dollar.

After a moment's silence, the old man said, "Forget it, I'll help him pay for the room. Since the celebration is just around the order, we can't just disregard others and have fun on our own. It is rare to have a guest here. We should be generous hosts." Since the old man had led Zhang Heng here, he would not give up on his plan for that mere one dollar.

"Since you are willing to pay for him, of course, I'm fine with it," the male staff said. As he helped with the checking-in procedures, Zhang Heng signed his name on the traveler's book.