The old man was very angry, he had never heard of such rules, paying the money before staying at the inn: "What nonsense! I haven't even stepped in yet, why pay Silver?"
The attendant arrogantly said: "You're different from others."
The old man's veins on his forehead were bulging with anger, he furiously questioned: "How am I different from others?"
The attendant glanced sideways at him with disdain, as if certain the old man couldn't produce the Silver, shaking the towel on his shoulder vigorously as he spoke in a mocking tone: "Unlike you, others don't have a thieving servant and now you've lost all your luggage, how will you have Silver to settle the bill? Are you planning to freeload at our inn?"
It had been an overwhelming day, the old man's head was about to explode. Hearing the attendant's words, he felt that his patience had reached its limits, and with fury, regardless of his age, he rolled up his sleeves and lunged forward to fight with the attendant.
