"Jin Mao Day!?"
Zhang Fan chewed on the name, then said, "Master Jin, that's a pretty unique name you've got there."
"My master gave it to me."
"Master!? You need a master to sell fruit?" Zhang Fan said, stunned.
"I wasn't born selling fruit, you know..." Jin Mao Day chuckled. "Back when I was young, I hustled around the Jianghu just to make ends meet, running here and there to survive."
"It's not easy." Zhang Fan spoke softly, his tone serious: "Master Jin, what about your family or friends?"
"Family and friends..." The motion of Jin Mao Day's hands paused for a second, then he half smiled, half sighed, "I've been alone for so long I'm used to it..."
"Many years ago, I had a brother... but, well..."
"Life is full of twists and turns, both north and south..."
"He's not around anymore either."
The atmosphere suddenly turned a bit heavy. Jin Mao Day picked out some oranges for Zhang Fan, weighed them—exactly two jin.
"Twelve six, I'll just round it—thirteen yuan."
