"Just a bit of scratched paint, worst comes to worst, just touch it up a bit, you still want fifty bucks..." The guy holding the money was eager to leave, muttered a couple of sentences but figured if he kept talking, he might rouse the interest of the people nearby, which wouldn't end well for him either, so he simply pulled out more from his pocket, this time producing a hundred-yuan bill. He looked like he even wanted to take back the fifty but, anxious to get this over with, he handed over both bills together. "One hundred and fifty should be enough, right? Look, buddy, cut me some slack, we really have an emergency!"
Yan Fei continued to refuse the money: "Look carefully before you talk!"
The young man took a glance: "Even if the damaged area is big, one hundred and fifty is not a small amount. What more do you want?"
