"Ahem… If it's really for Mr. Li Wei… then that's a different story," the salesman said, standing up and straightening his suit. "Sir, I really don't have the authority to approve this price. Please wait a moment while I go to the office and call my boss for instructions."
Before leaving, he thoughtfully served Don Quixote a cup of coffee, then quickly walked toward the break area in the back, quote sheet in hand.
Don Quixote watched the salesman's back, knowing full well he was just going out the back door for a smoke.
He craned his neck to look. Sure enough, in the reflection of the showroom's side window, Don Quixote could faintly see the salesman standing at the entrance to the back alley. He was next to a snowdrift, a cigarette between his fingers, puffing away while gesturing animatedly to a colleague. Every so often, he would even mime cradling a ball and tossing it high. There was no phone in his hand at all.
