"No, no! I told you!" The next morning, a frantic shout in English was heard from the first supply store in Beijing.
Bicycles were parked all over outside, and inside was bustling with people buying New Year's goods.
Lin Wan Yi wore a beige wool coat, her hair simply tied at the back, revealing a slender, fair neck. She stood in front of the candy and pastry counter, sharply contrasting with the crowd in gray, blue, and black cotton coats around her.
Gu Yanshen stood like a wall behind her, shielding her from the crowd. He held her waist with one hand and carried two heavy net bags with the other, which contained two bottles of Moutai and several packs of Da Qianmen cigarettes.
A sudden commotion arose in front.
"No, no! I told you, I want that special kind of tea, black tea! It's for my friend!"
A blonde, blue-eyed foreign man in a suit was sweating profusely, waving several colorful foreign exchange certificates at the saleslady behind the counter.
