Elder Yao walked outside the cloth shop and boarded a rickshaw.
The Coachman didn't ask for the destination or discuss the price; he simply started pulling the rickshaw and set off.
Elder Yao took out a flask, took a big gulp, and asked, "Do you know where I'm going?"
The Coachman smiled and said, "You've been out for quite some time; you must be heading home."
Elder Yao took another big gulp and asked, "Do you know where my house is?"
The Coachman laughed again. "I know. I stroll by your doorstep when I've got nothing to do."
GLUG! GLUG!
Elder Yao drained the flask, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Let's discuss something. Could you perhaps find another area to operate your rickshaw?"
The Coachman shook his head and said, "No, I won't. I rather like this spot."
Elder Yao took out another flask, took a sip, and said, "I'm hard to kill; you won't outlast me!"
