The old lady, of course, couldn't possibly go looking for some manager and left with a huff.
Not far away, Xiaofeng watched the old lady leave and approached the counter, saying to the shop assistant, "Hello, could you get me two packs of Bear Head cookies?"
In this era, there weren't many snack varieties, and everyone recognized brand names. Acquiring branded goods was a matter of considerable prestige.
The shop assistant lazily glanced at Xiaofeng and took out two packs of cookies from behind the counter: "Six yuan."
Xiaofeng slowly paid, with a hint of ingratiating look towards her: "Sister, I'm from the countryside. I just heard you're hiring shop assistants. Could you maybe recommend me?"
As she spoke, she took out an extra ten-yuan note and passed it over: "Sister, I've heard you have a good relationship with the manager here. Don't you worry, if I can stay, I will surely thank you again."
