The newsboy, with one hand shielding himself from the harsh sun and the other protecting his slanted shoulder bag, looked at him, sweat dripping down his face, his eyes filled with longing and hope.
"Sorry, I don't smoke."
Chen Lun said softly.
The newsboy seemed disappointed and said he was sorry for troubling the man, then readied himself to leave, but just then, Chen Lun called out to him again.
"Give me a newspaper, and keep the change; it's your tip."
Chen Lun took out a Silver Ducat and handed it over.
The newsboy was extremely surprised; newspapers didn't sell too well in Vulture City, as the people here had little interest in what was so-called news. They were too preoccupied with making a living, and cigarettes were more appealing than news.
"Thank you, generous sir!"
The newsboy hurriedly pulled out a newspaper from his bag and was about to hand it to Chen Lun when he thought for a moment and took out another one.
