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Leaning against the dim corner, his gaze casually swept over the bustling crowd, and settled on the busy boss.
Just as he was about to get up to argue, at that moment, a burly man with a face full of flesh squeezed into the crowd like a mountain. He tightly gripped a piece of clothing in his hand and slammed it heavily on the counter.
This sudden move was like a huge rock thrown into a lake, instantly silencing the bustling crowd.
"Where's the boss? Get the boss out here!" The big man's voice thundered through the store.
The boss's forehead was covered with fine sweat beads. He walked carefully to the big man, with a pleasing smile on his face, and said, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
The big man grabbed the boss's collar and lifted him up like a little chick, saying, "It's your fake goods that I'm talking about! I won't let you off the hook today!"
The boss turned pale with fear, waving his hands frantically and pleading incoherently, "Sir, please calm down. Let's discuss this, let's discuss..."
The big man sneered, abruptly pulling open his clothing to reveal masses of white cotton inside. He held it up high, loudly displaying it to everyone: "Look, everyone, this is the cotton clothing they sell. It's filled with cotton! In this kind of weather, isn't this an attempt to harm us?"
In the crowd, whispers began to spread, and discussions arose one after another. Someone took a piece of clothing and examined it carefully, confirming that it was indeed cottonwood fluff. Then, they angrily shouted, "This is really cottonwood fluff! The boss is so unscrupulous!"
"Yeah, to actually use cottonwood fluff as a substitute for cotton, and still sell it at the same price as cotton, it's really despicable!"
The catkins, although as white as cotton flowers, cannot provide warmth. If you wear this kind of clothing in winter, it's not surprising if you freeze to death.
Sweat beads rolled down the boss's forehead like broken beads, and he hurriedly explained, "This must be a misunderstanding. This clothing is not from our store..."
The big man angrily shouted, "Are you suggesting that I came here to extort you?"
He held up his clothes and loudly asked, "Everyone, take a look. The style of this clothing, the fabric of this clothing, isn't it all bought from your house?"
"Yeah, I recognize this clothing, it's from their store!"
"I've bought the exact same one!"
The onlookers began to stir, and the accusations against the boss were heard one after another. The boss's face turned pale; he knew that this time, the trouble was big. If not handled properly, he might not even be able to keep this store.
He felt extremely anxious, but also helpless. He could only grit his teeth and say to the big man, "Brother, I admit my mistake. Whatever compensation you want, I will give it to you. I will compensate you three times the price, how about that?"
The big man sneered, "Five times? Do you think money can solve the problem? Do I lack your little money? What I want is justice, it's your integrity!"
He looked around and said loudly, "I'm here today to let everyone see the true face of this unscrupulous business. I hope that in the future, everyone will be careful when buying things and not be deceived by these unscrupulous merchants!"
"My clothes are also made of willow catkins!"
A furious shout broke the silence, followed by a chorus of "refund!" from the crowd, the voices growing louder and more intense.
The boss's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and he waved his hands in panic, trying to explain something, but his voice seemed so weak and powerless in the surging crowd. He hurriedly closed the shop door, shutting out the angry customers.
The crowd continued to make noise, but the boss had disappeared inside the shop, leaving them with no outlet for their anger.
At this moment, a voice rang out in the crowd: "I know where to buy cheap cotton clothing, and it's guaranteed to be made of cotton. I heard you can even use some coupons!"
"Follow me," the person said with a mysterious smile at the corner of their mouth, then turned and walked toward the other end of the street. After some discussion, the people chose to follow.
Otto stood in the crowd, originally just wanting to leave quietly, but a strange emotion surged in his heart. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow along and move forward with the others.
After walking for a while, Otto began to feel a little worried. Where were they going? Would the destination be a legitimate store? Would it be the same as the previous one?
Just as he was lost in thought, a sudden burst of noise came from ahead, like a surging tide. Otto looked up and saw the crowd ahead packed tightly like a ship being hit by a huge wave, unable to move. Layers upon layers of people, bustling and noisy, creating a lively scene.
"Give me 4 of them!" a rough voice pierced through the crowd, with unwavering determination.
"Don't compete with me, boss, I want 10 pieces!" Another person shouted unwilling to be outdone, afraid of missing this rare opportunity.
The noisy voices reached Otto's ears, and he was surprised to find that these usually stingy people were so generous today. They were scrambling to buy cotton-padded clothes as if they were afraid of missing out on something.
Otto became even more curious and pushed through the crowd to see what was going on. Finally, he made his way to the front of the crowd and saw a shop with a prominent sign hanging in front of it. The sign had a bright red star on it, shining like the sun in the cold winter day, warm and dazzling.
Inside the shop, clothes were piled on the shelves like goods, but no one seemed to mind. Instead, they were frantically grabbing and buying. People were scrambling to pick out their favorite styles and colors, afraid that someone else might snatch away the winter coat they had their eye on.
"This is mine," a young man excitedly pointed at a cotton jacket on the shelf.
"I was here first," another old man argued unwilling to back down.
Otto looked at the scene in front of him, feeling an inexplicable excitement surging in his heart. He looked around and saw everyone's faces filled with satisfaction and joy, as if they had found some precious treasure.
At that moment, a voice sounded in Otto's ear: "Not grabbing? If you don't grab, it'll be gone." It was the voice of a middle-aged man, tinged with urgency and anxiety.
"The cotton clothing in this store only costs 70 copper coins, which is 30 copper coins cheaper than the market price," excitedly shared a woman nearby.
"What's that? I heard that if you have a coupon from any church, you can get an additional 10% discount," added another man, with a smug smile on his face.
Upon hearing this, Otto's heart tightened, unsure if the coupon in his hand was still valid. He looked down at the coupon, feeling a surge of inexplicable hope.
Even if it couldn't be used, it would still be much cheaper than the market price. No need to hesitate, he decided to grab it first and figure it out later. Otto was afraid of missing out on this rare opportunity.
Thinking of this, Otto quickly squeezed into the store. The crowd inside the store was surging, with everyone holding winter coats and coupons, their faces beaming with satisfaction. They were all rushing to check out, afraid that their desired coats would be snatched by others.
Under their frenzy, the items on the shelves gradually diminished. Yet, people behind the door kept bringing in more cotton clothes, as if the supply was endless. Otto finally managed to squeeze to a shelf and began to pick out his own winter coat. He secretly rejoiced that he had caught up; otherwise, he would have missed this rare opportunity.
After a careful selection, Otto finally chose a simple yet high-quality cotton jacket. He walked to the checkout counter with the jacket and a coupon, filled with anticipation.
"Your cotton jacket is originally priced at 70 copper coins, but with the coupon, you only need to pay 63 copper coins," the boss smiled and told him the discounted price.
Otto was excited and quickly paid for the clothes, carefully examining the cotton jacket. The lines were smooth, the style was novel, and when he pinched it, he felt the thick and solid material inside. It was definitely top quality!
There was a red star logo on the clothes, which stood out especially in the winter. That red star, like the sun, was deeply imprinted in his heart, bringing him endless warmth.
Suddenly thinking of something, Otto turned back to the boss and said, "Boss, I need five more cotton jackets."
"I also need to buy some for my family," he added, his face beaming with a happy smile.
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