Hearing the door open, Zhao Yi yawned and woke up, saying: "You're here."
"Yes, I'm here, Brother Yi. I just met Brother Xiao Yuan, and he agreed to help me with my grandfather's funeral."
"Then we'll go to your house tomorrow morning."
"Brother Yi, I want to give my grandfather a grand send-off, so my grandmother can feel more at ease seeing him go with such ceremony."
"So?"
"Brother Yi, can you lend me a bit more money?"
After Shen Huaiyang's death, his temple was also burned down according to tradition.
"Alright, don't worry about the money. Honestly speaking, when it comes to material wealth, me, Brother Yi, am far better off than that guy Li."
"Thank you, Brother Yi. I will definitely work hard to repay you by doing things with you in the future."
Zhao Yi laughed, crossed his legs, and took out paper and pen:
"Then let's sign a promissory note and calculate the compound interest."
...
"Brother Xiao Yuan."
