"I'm done talking with you. That roast chicken? It's mine. Name your price for letting me have it," the young man said, pulling out a wad of checks from his pocket and waving them in his hand, looking at Xu Ke.
"My girlfriend wants this dish, so we're not giving it up. You've made a wasted trip, I'm afraid. Remember to close the door on your way out," Xu Ke replied with a casual tone, ignoring the checks in the young man's hand as if he couldn't see the money flaunting.
"I'm not negotiating with you; this is a notification. Whether you want to give it or not, that dish is coming with me. You really think I'm being polite with you? This refusal thing you're doing isn't cute," the young man said impatiently, clearly losing patience with Xu Ke.
Seeing Xu Ke's refusal, he immediately turned hostile.
