As soon as Xiao Fan spoke, the salesperson named Bing glared and shouted, "Xiao Fan, are you crazy? That's your commission! Why are you throwing it in? Are you an idiot?"
Before Xiao Fan could respond, Qin Fan smiled and said, "Yes, she's right. You deserve it. I'm not worried about a discount of a few hundred yuan. Go ahead and swipe the card. In any case, it's the thought that counts. I thank you on this gentleman's behalf."
"No. Your money is your business, but this is a gesture from my heart," Xiao Fan said firmly, taking Qin Fan's bank card. She then entered the amount with a two percent discount.
What could Qin Fan say to that? He could only smile and let it go.
He entered his PIN and signed his name. Amidst many astonished stares, Qin Fan handed the bag to the old man. "Sir, take this. I'll go with you to deliver it to that ungrateful son of yours."
SWOOSH!
