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... open the rear door, he vented his frustration, “I'm curious to know how pricey your bamboo shoots are, and yet you claim I can't afford them!”
In a sudden turn of events, a hand materialized, pressing onto the door.
Su Ming addressed him, “Uncle, I've been clear that I won't be selling these bamboo shoots. You can't coerce me into selling, can you?”
“If I persist in wanting your bamboo shoots, what will you do to stop me?”
Drunk and confrontational, the middle-ag ...
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