The young man looked up, glanced at Qi Yun, nodded and replied, "Sure, what's up?"
Even though the pronunciation was a bit odd, Qi Yun could at least understand what he was saying.
"Can you help me with something? I'll give you two hundred yuan, how about that?"
Upon hearing two hundred yuan, the young man instantly showed a happy expression on his face: "Sure, what do you want me to do?"
"I'm looking for an injured pigeon. It might be hiding in the villagers' sheepfold, but I'm having difficulty communicating with them. Could you help translate and take me to the villagers' sheepfold to search?" Qi Yun explained.
Without hesitation, the young man nodded and said, "Alright, no problem, I'll take you there."
Qi Yun immediately pulled out a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the young man: "I'll give you one hundred first, once we find it, I'll give you the remaining hundred."
