"Well, while this lazy cat is far from being as handsome, dashing, brilliant, and beautifully-voiced as this parrot, it is adorably dopey, and not much trouble to keep. It would be a fine purchase." Cheeky fluttered over to Shen Yibin's shoulder. "Boss, I made a sale. Do I get a commission?"
"Of course. Here!" Shen Yibin casually tossed over a fig, nearly knocking Cheeky off his shoulder.
Dragging the fig, Cheeky flew to the coffee table. As he pecked at it, he mumbled, "I'm so unlucky to have such a cheap boss. Do you think it was easy for me to sell a lazy cat that does nothing but eat and sleep, sleep and eat? And he just brushes me off with a single fig! My life is so tragic... WAHHHH." As he spoke, Cheeky even pretended to wipe away tears.
"I say, Bin, you can't be so cheap. Hurry up and buy something nice for Cheeky to eat." Cheeky's sob story quickly had an effect; someone finally couldn't resist sticking up for him.
