Hot Enough to Rage, Angry Enough for a Discount

Ordinary customers could not clearly see it. They felt only heat and the certainty that every grievance deserved an overturned table. The cashier raised a scanner. The student lifted a basket. Two old men who had politely yielded to each other began fighting over who deserved more respect. “Evacuate them,” Su said. Xiaoman jumped onto the counter and seized the store microphone. “Attention! All arguments now cost 9.9 yuan for the first three minutes, with automatic renewal from minute four!” The crowd paused. “Why should we pay?” someone demanded. “Because I own the snack shop next door. When fighting makes you hungry, please dine with us.” All hostility focused on her. She ran outside, drawing the crowd into the open.