出差在广州(5)
集市当然哪里都有，我在南京的时候就经常光顾各种集市，还在其中买过诸如袜子、晒衣架、大头钉和灯泡之类的各种小物件。我来到这里的第一个原因是为了打发时间，鉴于我提前到达广州，工程师和我之间的商谈最早也要等到明天早晨，在此之前我有大把的时间可以任由我支配；第二个原因是为了送亲戚朋友而寻找一些诸如广式腊味、玉雕和粤绣之类的土特产，不管怎么说我总不能空着手回南京吧。这时我停在了一个推车上陈列着各式各样棋牌和麻将的小摊上，带着买一个价廉物美的麻将讨我岳父母欢心的动机我开始浏览它们，虽然我有点被彩灯照在它们身上发出的光炫的头发昏。在我跟前的是一个身材矮小结实、扎着马尾辫大约四十岁左右的女营业主，从她粗糙、黝黑的皮肤来看，她一定风里雨里的推着小车卖麻将不下二十年，从她商品的成色和品种来看，她一定是专卖棋牌类的器具。
我从各种型号、材质和颜色的麻将中选出一副祖母绿色的，问她道：
“How much is it?”
“多少钱一副？”
“200 yuan.” The female vendor with melon seeds in hand glanced at me out of the corners of her eyes and answered in a casual tongue.
“两百元。”嗑着瓜子的女摊主用她的眼角瞥了我一眼，漫不经心地答道。
“Could it be a little cheaper?” I asked tentatively, meant to buy it as long as she mark down 50 yuan.
“便宜一点行吗？”我试探性的问道，心想只要能压低她五十块我就掏钱。
“It’s already the cheapest price, it doesn’t make money.”
“已经是最便宜的了，我们不赚钱的。”
Without a few more words, I could feel some impatience in her tongue, as if she was telling me “the choice is yours, I don’t give a shit.” Although I was a bit moved by the quality of her product, my enthusiasm dampened by her attitude, which convinced me she was ripping me off, I put down the mah-jong, banished the buying thought and prepared to leave. Suddenly a bruiser sprung out of the nearby alley, appeared in front of me with one hand on my shoulder and said: “Hey, bro, get yourself one.” Following the voice I raised my head, found a hard-featured muscle man of about 30 years old was just before me, in spite of the fact that he put on a pleasant countenance, I could feel a bit of intimidation in his voice.
我从各种型号、材质和颜色的麻将中选出一副祖母绿色的，问她道：
“How much is it?”
“多少钱一副？”
“200 yuan.” The female vendor with melon seeds in hand glanced at me out of the corners of her eyes and answered in a casual tongue.
“两百元。”嗑着瓜子的女摊主用她的眼角瞥了我一眼，漫不经心地答道。
“Could it be a little cheaper?” I asked tentatively, meant to buy it as long as she mark down 50 yuan.
“便宜一点行吗？”我试探性的问道，心想只要能压低她五十块我就掏钱。
“It’s already the cheapest price, it doesn’t make money.”
“已经是最便宜的了，我们不赚钱的。”
Without a few more words, I could feel some impatience in her tongue, as if she was telling me “the choice is yours, I don’t give a shit.” Although I was a bit moved by the quality of her product, my enthusiasm dampened by her attitude, which convinced me she was ripping me off, I put down the mah-jong, banished the buying thought and prepared to leave. Suddenly a bruiser sprung out of the nearby alley, appeared in front of me with one hand on my shoulder and said: “Hey, bro, get yourself one.” Following the voice I raised my head, found a hard-featured muscle man of about 30 years old was just before me, in spite of the fact that he put on a pleasant countenance, I could feel a bit of intimidation in his voice.
体型差做哭