"Hey, hey, hey, why are you running? You haven't taken the Silver yet; how are you going to buy the gifts?" The Shopkeeper was amused and frustrated, seeing the Waiter's haste.
"Oh! Right, right."
Upon the Shopkeeper's shout, the Waiter hurried back, nervously rubbing his hands, and asked, "Shopkeeper, where… where do I get the Silver?"
The Shopkeeper glared at him and said unsympathetically, "Go to the counter and get five hundred taels of silver first. If it's not enough, take more. Don't skimp on the gifts; they must be the best. If this task is screwed up, don't come to the inn for work anymore."
The Waiter quickly said, "Shopkeeper, rest assured, I'll handle this matter beautifully."
The Shopkeeper's eyes widened, and he said, "Stop dawdling and get going."
The Waiter shivered all over, quickly agreed, and dashed off in a flash.
