Old Liu was kicking himself. 'It's this big mouth of mine, this big mouth!' Why couldn't he control his habit of showing off? If he was going to show off, he should have at least secured the deer leg first. And look what happened. The leg had just up and vanished. He was still a long way from meeting his monthly purchasing quota. 'Oh, my bonus…'
However, when he saw the piece of venison lying on the counter, the pain of his impending lost bonus didn't seem so severe. He peeked furtively toward the door and, making sure no one was there, stealthily hid the meat under the counter. Then began a fierce internal struggle. Should he sneak the gifted venison home after work to nourish himself? Or should he just process it as a purchase, making a tiny dent in his still-distant quota and earning a little pocket money on the side? 'Ugh, what a difficult decision.' He'd probably be mulling it over all day.
