The young man's words earned a cold snort from the other man, who said resentfully, "What, are you saying I'm trying to rip you off on purpose? Who's the blind one here, you or me?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant at all, sir," the young man in sunglasses said helplessly. He had no choice but to pull out another hundred-yuan bill and hand it over. "Sir, this should be enough, right?"
The burly middle-aged man took it, his eyes burning into the RMB in the young man's hand. "This one's a ten, too."
"That's impossible," the young man said firmly. He might be blind, but his mind was clear.
The middle-aged man grabbed the young man by the collar, snarling viciously, "What do you mean, 'impossible'? Every bill in your hand is a ten! You might as well just give them all to me."
"No way, no way." The young man shook his head repeatedly. 'How could I not understand? I've run into a thug trying to extort me.'
