The rice cake was very solid and heavy; it didn't look like much, but it actually weighed a lot.
The vendor packed the rice cake into a bag and handed it to the female student.
The female student reached out to take the bag and pulled out ten dollars from her pocket to give to him.
The vendor didn't reach out to take the money but smiled and said, "Six hundred."
"What?" The female student thought she was hallucinating and looked utterly astonished.
The vendor's smile vanished, his eyes bulged menacingly, and he said harshly, "The money's not enough, these rice cakes are six hundred!"
He was a foreigner, and at that moment, with his menacing appearance, he resembled a fierce wolf, especially with those green, gleaming eyes that sent chills down one's spine.
"But... but I just said that I wanted only ten dollars' worth, your rice cake isn't made of gold, how can it be worth six hundred..."