Chen Shouyi crumpled the newspaper and tossed it into the trash can.
He glanced at the fiery red morning glow on the horizon, got on his bicycle, and lightly pedaled toward the distant mall.
There were few shops inside the mall, mostly clothing stores, and after searching for a long time, he finally found a jewelry store.
The shop was deserted, with no customers inside.
It was only seven o'clock now, and it was rare for anyone to be shopping at this time.
"Do you have any crystal balls?" Chen Shouyi asked.
"Crystal balls? Of course, we do." The owner, a five-month pregnant, greasy, and pudgy middle-aged man, held his belly with one hand and pointed to three crystal balls on the shelf, saying, "All priced the same, thirty-five yuan each, no bargaining. They're all old stock, and I'm selling them at a loss now."
