"50,000?"
Chen Lin looked at the tattooed man, "Don't be ridiculous. This is part of the government car incentive program. People buy cars here for the sales volume, not much profit. I can't give you that much money."
"Well, it can't be helped then. You decide for yourselves what to do."
"Don't push it too far!"
Chen Lin raised her voice, and her eyes turned fierce!
"What's too far about this?" The tattooed man shrugged and said:
"Everyone's got to eat. You came late. Who can you blame?"
The tattooed man lit another cigarette, looking a bit impatient.
"Alright, stop dawdling. If you don't want it, just leave quickly. Don't get in the way. We still have business to attend to."
"Then return our money!"
"Refund?"
The tattooed man looked at Chen Lin and laughed loudly.
"What did you say? You're actually asking me for a refund?"
"We're not renting anymore, and you won't refund our money?!"
