The electric scooter was such a great gadget—fast and easy to park. She had been riding this shabby one for ten-odd days, and today was the last.
She had delivered all her business cards to the right places. Passing a hair salon, she saw Cindy standing at the entrance in a short puffer jacket, her white thighs bare, a smile on her face. As soon as Cindy saw her, she laughed and called out, "Sis Yan, did you bring business cards today? Give them to me."
The young girl, Zhenzhen, was someone Yan Xixi had met back in her days as a bar shill. Zhenzhen was only nineteen, but her constant heavy makeup and false eyelashes made her look closer to thirty. Cindy, of course, was her 'stage name.' In this line of work, even the girls were starting to adopt English names.
Smiling, Yan Xixi handed over the remaining box and a half of business cards, along with a thousand yuan. "Cindy," she said, "take this and buy yourself some thicker pants. Don't let those little white legs freeze."
