"Jingle, jingle-"
The tavern door was suddenly pushed open. A rush of hot air collided with the still somewhat cool breeze circulating inside, setting the wind chime hanging above the doorway ringing crisply.
Several burly men sitting near the entrance drinking chilled Malt Beer were engulfed by the heat. Sweat instantly broke out over their bodies, and they could not help cursing.
"Hey, Old John, hurry up and buy a Magic Air Conditioner, will you? How are these two ancient First-Generation Magic Fans supposed to keep this place cool?"
"Exactly. We're roasting just sitting here. I'm telling you, if you keep being too stingy to spend that little bit of money on a Magic Fan, all us regulars are going to give up and leave."
"Right. A new tavern just opened in town recently. They installed three whole Magic Air Conditioners as soon as they opened. I went in the day before yesterday, and it was so cool that drinking in there was pure pleasure. If I weren't used to coming here, with so many old friends around, I wouldn't have come today."
Listening to his regulars' complaints, Old John gave an amiable smile and nodded repeatedly. "All right, all right. I'll buy one tomorrow and put it in here. I promise you'll all be comfortable. We've known each other for years. Of course I'll give you what you want."
"Oh, Old John, speaking of buying a Magic Air Conditioner, you should get a Xinfei one," one of the burly men said.
A hint of hesitation crossed Old John's face. "Xinfei? A Xinfei Magic Air Conditioner costs a lot more than the other brands..."
"Tch, that's what you don't understand. Sure, a Xinfei Magic Air Conditioner costs more than the other brands, but it works well. Listen, two of