"No worries, just ask away. I'll satisfy your request, even if it means climbing a mountain of swords or plunging into a vat of boiling oil," Cao Chusheng boasted with his chest puffed out, full of bravado.
"There's no need for you to climb a mountain of swords or plunge into a vat of boiling oil, just give me two hundred bucks. With that money, apart from these three books, maybe I can throw in two more for you, like something on major health care," Sun Meio said.
"…" When he heard Zhang Xiaobei demand a "tip" of two hundred bucks, Cao Chusheng was like a rooster that had its nest disturbed, flaring up and ready to fight. "Bro, why don't you just go rob a bank? I only have two hundred bucks on me, and that's for buying the 'gear.' If you take all that, how am I supposed to buy it, huh?"
"I don't care, that's the price. If you want it, pay up. If not, forget about it!"
