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墨書 Inktalez
The old man took back his phone and began another round of performance.
"Young man, I really have no way out, please help me..."
As he spoke, tears streamed down his face, and he looked truly heartbroken.
The diners around were drawn to the old man, casting strange glances in my direction.
"What’s going on here?"
"This young man is really something, bullying an old man like that?"
Can you all get your facts straight before speaking?
"What do you want?"
"I..."
The old man wiped his tears and looked at me pitifully: "I want to ask you for a receipt."
"A receipt?"
"Yes, the receipt for the Electric Bike you bought."
I was even more confused: "What do you need that for?"
The old man said, "I mistakenly took your Battery before, and it caused an explosion in my building's hallway. My son and the neighbor got injured."
I was taken aback.
A Battery explosion?
Is it that serious?
The old man continued, "I need to contact the manufacturer to resolve this issue, but I don’t have the receipt for the Electric Bike, so I can’t reach them."
"Young man, can you give me the receipt?"
"I'm begging you; if it doesn't work, I'll kneel down to you."
Saying this, he tried to kneel down.
I quickly supported him, feeling a wave of panic.
A receipt?
The old man became increasingly agitated, grabbing my arm and pleading, "Young man, please help me. I really have no money at home. I... I... I..."
He spoke for a long time but couldn't articulate his point.
More and more onlookers gathered around, pointing and whispering about me.
Although their voices were low, I could still hear them.
"This old man is pitiful; his son and neighbor were both injured in an explosion, and he has to pay for the medical expenses himself."
"Exactly, this young man is heartless; he shows no compassion at all."
"If it were me, I would just give him the receipt; every little bit helps."
"If this goes to court, he might end up having to pay."
"If he gets caught, he could be locked up for several years."
"Years? I think he should be locked up for life."
I was truly exasperated with this crowd.
What do they know to speak so carelessly?
I shook off the old man's hand and said irritably, "When did I say you stole my Battery?"
The old man paused for a moment before pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to me.
I took the paper and looked at it; it was a receipt for the Battery.
"What is this..."
The old man explained, "I took your Battery when I broke into your house before."
I frowned.
This old man actually dared to come into my house?
"What do you want?"
The old man cried, "I stole your Battery before and didn't expect to cause you such trouble. Now I have no money at home to compensate you; I can only find a way to resolve this with the manufacturer. So please, give me a receipt for purchasing an Electric Bike. I'll go to the manufacturer and let them sort this out for us."
His cries attracted even more attention from the crowd.
The onlookers turned their gazes toward me, making me feel somewhat embarrassed.
To be honest, I was moved by the old man's performance. If it weren't for his appearance, I probably would have never gotten my Battery back. Moreover, seeing him cry so sadly made me feel a bit reluctant. So without thinking, I opened my mouth to agree, "Alright, I'll give you the receipt..."
Before I could finish my sentence, someone suddenly pulled me from the side. I turned to see a neighbor. The neighbor shook his head at me, signaling that I shouldn't give the receipt to the old man.
With that reminder, I instantly came to my senses. That was close; I almost fell for the old man's trick.
"Young man, I'm begging you, please help me..." The old man was still putting on a show.
I replied calmly, "I don't have a receipt at home."
The old man was taken aback for a moment: "No... no receipt?"
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