Two burly attendants stood in front of Zhang Chen, arrogantly declaring, "Our young master is the son of the county magistrate. It's your lucky day that he has taken a liking to your horse. How dare you not sell it!"
Zhang Chen squinted his eyes and said, "Get lost."
The two attendants rolled up their sleeves and looked fierce, saying, "You're courting death, kid!"
"I'm pleased to have encountered such a fine horse today, so I'll let him off. I'll pay you 500 taels of silver for it," the young master waved his hand to stop his attendants.
"I'll say it one last time. It's not for sale." Zhang Chen was also impatient.
"I see you're asking for trouble!" The two attendants glared at each other.
The young man's face darkened. He had to have this valuable horse. "Are you sure you won't sell it?"
Zhang Chen ignored him and continued walking forward.