The autumn wind swept up fallen leaves, rustling and whispering by his ears.
The instant he BACKed, Dong Xuebin's gaze was still fixed on the dark-skinned young man's face, though the angle had shifted ever so slightly. The young man's father was behind him, tending to several customers buying fish bait in the shop, his back turned as he scooped things up with a net. The area was no longer so chaotic. Only a few people stood quietly watching, murmuring about how many millimeters the Chicken Heart walnuts Dong Xuebin had picked might turn out to be.
"You don't want them anymore? Didn't we agree on eight just now? We don't do refunds here."
Dong Xuebin immediately understood which moment this was. After a pause, he said, "You haven't started cutting the rest yet, right?"
"Still no refund. First you buy, then you don't—are you screwing with me?" The dark-skinned young man shot him an annoyed look. What had looked like an opening sale of eight hundred yuan was about to become two hundred, and he was furious.
Dong Xuebin smiled and nodded. "Fine. Then don't cut them."
The dark-skinned young man's eyes widened. "You'll take them home and cut them yourself? Sure, take all eight. Either way, there's no refund."
"This is how you do business?" Dong Xuebin was no longer angry. He merely chuckled. "I can't be bothered arguing with you. Put those eight walnuts back in the basket. Count up all these Chicken Heart walnuts still in their green husks and give me a total price. I'll take all of them."
The dark-skinned young man thought he had misheard. "What? You want them all?" Was this guy sick in the head?
The onlookers were astonished. "What's he doing? Buying that many? Why not just wrap up an