Yu Xiaonan stepped through the door and called out to a tattooed long-haired woman, "Sister La, I'm here. I've recently switched jobs and need a hard copy photo for promotion. This is my friend, who's come along with me."
While still holding a half-smoked cigarette butt in her mouth, the long-haired woman took a deep drag, then squinted at Xia You.
"Hard copy photo, right? Okay. But it's the old rule—I'll shoot three styles for you to choose from, two thousand for one style," Sister La said, with smoke lingering in her mouth, quoting the price with clarity.
"Come on, it was only a thousand just a few years ago. How did it suddenly jump to two thousand? Don't you rip me off," Yu Xiaonan didn't take in her price, and giving her a bear hug with his long arms, he nuzzled Sister La, wailing about being broke.
