Chu Hao grinned, "Hold on a sec, let me buy a phone first."
The middle-aged man said anxiously, "Buddy, whichever one you like, just take it. As long as you help me with my problem, a phone's cheap—I'll give you ten if you want."
Damn, my luck's off the charts today—walked out the door and someone hands me a new phone!!
The middle-aged man turned to the clerk, "Little Zhao, whatever this young man likes, grab it for him."
The boss is seriously generous. Female clerk Little Zhao eyed me enviously: "Okay, boss."
So he owns this phone shop—no wonder he's ballin' like that.
Chu Hao got ready to pay, "And I'll need a SIM card, too."
The middle-aged uncle said, "Little Zhao, grab a number for him—the one ending with six eights."
Little Zhao: "..."
Chu Hao: "Top it up for me, too."
The uncle said, "Little Zhao, charge up a thousand yuan credit, put it on my tab."
Little Zhao: "..."