"What are you here for?" the old man finally broke the silence. \"Just passing by.\"

Dusk, street, convenience store. People, men, two men—one old and one young—stood across the counter. "Is it you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm here." "You shouldn't have come." "I shouldn't have come." "I've already come." "After all, you still came." "I still came." "Silence, a long silence." The two of them, like clay or wood sculptures, stood facing each other, but the sunset grew ever more slanting. "What are you doing here?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Just playing a minor role." "Decisive, enunciable, without a hint of hesitation." The old man pondered for a moment, then slowly asked, "How much per jin do you sell?" "One piece." "Still straightforward and decisive, without a hint of hesitation." The man's expression had changed, and he said, "You know I never sell soy sauce here for one yuan per jin." "I only want one yuan per jin of soy sauce." "Is that really true?" "Really!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but his eyes—no one would forget them. They were as calm as night and as deep as the sea. He knew the young man before him was no ordinary person, but he also knew he would never sell soy sauce at one yuan per jin. The surroundings remained as silent as death. The setting sun was gradually setting. He looked at the distant sunset, feeling an indescribable fear. He gave a bitter smile and said, "Do you really have to buy one yuan per jin?" "Definitely!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can go ahead and try!" Silence, a silence as deathly as death. After a long while, he looked up at the young man and gritted his teeth, saying, "Alright, I'll sell you one jin of soy sauce, one yuan, but don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and one yuan from the boy's hand. The bottle was cold, just like the old man's heart; But the coin was slightly warm, just like the boy's palm. A moment later, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed him back and turned to walk toward the door. He had won this battle—completely and thoroughly. A trace of pride flashed across the boy's face. But the soy sauce seller called out to him from behind: "Do you really think you beat me?" The boy's body trembled slightly, and his steps faltered. "It's obvious that I've already bought soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then wouldn't I have already beaten you?" "
" It's just a pity you missed a little."The young man suddenly turned around, his facial muscles twitching slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller just smiled lightly and said, 'My soy sauce was originally sold for eight mao per jin.'...