When Mr. Lin demanded their table, An Ning and Zhao Pandi lifted it in perfect unison.
"Sir, please remember to pay the hotel for the table you're purchasing."
"Also, we do charge a service fee for delivery. It doesn't have to be much, just eight or ten thousand will be fine."
An Ning and Zhao Pandi went back and forth, one after the other, leaving Mr. Lin standing there in a daze. 'Am I really here to buy a table?' he wondered.
"Are you two insane? I want your spot! What would I do with the table?"
An Ning and Zhao Pandi glanced at each other and let out a collective "oh" of sudden understanding. With a THUD, the table they had moved came crashing down.
"AAAAARGH—!"
Mr. Lin let out a scream like a stuck pig. His face flushed beet red as he tried to lift the table, which didn't even look that heavy.
"Somebody! Help! Are you all blind?!"
Several waiters rushed over. With perfect tacit understanding, An Ning and Zhao Pandi stepped back to enjoy the show.
