"Do you think I'm a fool with too much money?" Upon hearing the young man selling the cow suggest that he should buy it, Yan Fei looked at him with annoyance and simply ignored him, continuing to walk towards the edge of the crowd.
"No, no, I genuinely didn't bring any money with me. I thought I'd have money after selling the cow, but I can't seem to sell it now." Seeing Yan Fei refuse, the young man became increasingly anxious. "How about I knock off a hundred yuan, is that alright? The cow hasn't fallen ill yet right? I've already knocked off a hundred yuan..."
Yan Fei swung his head around and glared at the annoying young man: "Scram. Stop pestering me. It'll be too late once I start throwing punches!"
After he said that, he turned and walked off without looking back.
The young man stopped instinctively as Yan Fei glared at him.
