Lin Lan pointed at the picture books and notebooks inside the counter and called out, "Excuse me, miss. Could you get those for me, please?"
A tall, thin saleswoman came over, took the two picture book sets and the notebooks she had pointed to from the counter, and—THWACK! THWACK!—tossed them onto the countertop, giving her an impatient sidelong glance.
"You can only flip through them if you're buying. If you're not, don't touch."
Lin Lan gave her a cool glance. "I'll take them all." As she spoke, she placed a five-yuan bill on the counter.
The saleswoman shot her a surprised look, picked up the money, and turned to make change. She set the coins on the counter, then went back to her seat with a sway of her hips.
'Salesclerks from this era are so arrogant.'
The ones at Xinhua Bookstore were a bit better. The staff at the department store, though, were the real snobs, always looking down their noses at people.
