He Lang chuckled, a hint of mockery curling his lips. "I had no idea that without Daya, no one in your family does any work. A girl of just ten years old, and she's shouldering the burden for all of you?"
Mr. Liu stared at He Lang, his face cold. "He Yun's brother. You expect our child to work for your family for just three yuan? Isn't that a little low?"
A flicker of contempt crossed He Lang's eyes. "Then what price do you think is fair?"
Mrs. Liu blurted out, "Ten yuan."
He Lang sneered. "A full-time worker only earns about thirty yuan a month these days. She's a girl of just ten, and you're asking for ten? You've gone mad for money. I could find anyone in the village, cover their room and board, for two yuan a month, and people would be fighting for the chance. The only reason I came is because my mother was worried about her daughter. It looks like I shouldn't have come today at all."
He Lang made a show of turning to leave.
