"What? One thousand yuan? Where are we supposed to get that much?"
"That's right. If we had money, we wouldn't have to work for Liu Shi!"
All of them begged in the most pitiful way.
Xia Wan pretended to be surprised. "You know that 1,000 yuan is a lot. Then why did you take the amount for granted when you asked me for money? You made it sound as if I can't fork out 1,000 yuan just because you don't have it.
"Don't you know? My stall has a boss. We're just helping the boss sell clothes. You're only compensating us for a small portion of the time that you've wasted. The most you'll be compensating will be our boss."
Everyone looked at each other. No one wanted to take this money. To them, taking their money would be like cutting their own flesh.
Thus, they made a tacit decision not to give Xia Wan any money.
"If you don't feel satisfied, beat us up again, but we still won't have the money no matter what."
