"So, you're saying I ordered all of this?" asked chief Zhao as he broke into sweat. He went over the bill again, pulling on it like one would with a rope in a well. The seemingly endless list just went on and on.
He tugged on it one last time, woefully as the list finally ended. The last item seemed to be staring at him mockingly as he silently dropped the list. He stared at the man at the door blankly as he smiled back politely.
"Yes sir. You ordered all of this. You had a representative walk into the auction hall and place the order with your card. Then they walked into the market and ordered all of the scrap metal be delivered to your home. We are merely following orders. Your orders sir."
Chief Zhao felt slight rage boiling under but he quietly leaned backward, and a servant noticed and moved a chair for him to sit on. Right at the front door. It was a mafia boss move to say the least.
