"Young man, you need to compensate."
"Compensation? Sure."
"Just compensating with money isn't enough."
"That's a coincidence, I think so too."
Zhao Yi walked to the window of the small shop, and the elderly woman inside glanced at him.
"Give me that pack of cigarettes."
The elderly woman stepped off the stool, reached up with difficulty to take it down from the high rack, but when she handed it over, Zhao Yi didn't take it and said:
"Got the wrong one, it's the one next to it."
The elderly woman turned back to get it, going through another round of trouble, got it down and handed it over.
"Got the wrong one again, it's the one next to it."
The elderly woman looked deeply at Zhao Yi, said nothing, turned back to get it, this time she pointed with her dry fingers at the pack:
"Is it this pack?"
"Yes, that's right."
The pack was taken down.
Zhao Yi: "Wrong, it's not this pack."
The elderly woman stopped moving, her arms hanging down, eyes turning grey, said coldly:
