On the train from Greenwater City bound for Wuqin Village, the famous actor Zhou Changhong sat in his private compartment, reading the newspaper and sipping tea.
The day after returning to Greenwater City, he set out again.
After boarding the train, Zhou Changhong dozed off, sleeping for a good portion of the day. At dusk, he emerged from his sleeping bunk, brewed a pot of tea, and continued reading his paper.
There was a knock at the door from outside. "Sir, ticket inspection. Please open the door immediately and present your ticket."
The voice sounds a bit strange, somewhat familiar.
Zhou Changhong sat in the compartment, holding his tea, motionless.
"Sir, please open the door right now and present your ticket," the attendant knocked a second time.
Still, Zhou Changhong remained motionless, seated in the compartment as if he were a clay statue, making no sound whatsoever.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The attendant knocked a third time.
