Alone, Illegal and Broke Down (on a motorcycle in China) Part 2

This story is a continuation of  Alone, Illegal and Broke Down in China

Part 2 of the first story from my upcoming book Alone, Illegal and Broke Down: Stories from motorcycling in China

A man pushes his way through the girls and speaks
in sharp tones that makes them stop giggling and stand aside. He is very young
and so thin that his brown wool pinstriped suit hangs on him in folds like on a
coat hanger. His hair is carefully clipped and gelled into a stiff American fifties-style
flat-top, with one lock left long to hang rakishly in his face. He tosses his
head back to fling the lock out of his eye, and says something to me that makes
the girls laugh nervously and flutter a little farther away.

I greet him with a Chinese hello and a look
straight in the eye, and the girls giggle again, their hands flying up to cover
their mouths. Sighing, he beckons me to his office, a lit doorway just in front
of us, and takes me by the arm to guide me inside. Surprisingly, he is a few
inches taller than I, perhaps 5 feet 10 inches tall..

The girls follow us in but after few sharp words
from the boss they reced into the darkness and we are left alone in the office:
a square concrete box with a steel desk and a ratty Naugahyde couch bursting at
the seams. I fish through the pockets of my black leather motorcycle jacket and
hand him 20 yuan, the amount the woman at the gas station had quoted. He laughs
and pushes it back to me.
I am too tired to go through an extended
haggling process, and too tired to remember that I am desperate for sleep.
After riding all day in the heat, after the stress of being lost, the
uncertainty of the motorcycle, finding gasoline, night falling unmercifully
black and those tiny villages with fires and stray pigs and white-trunked
trees, I am exhausted, and I could strangle him for what he is doing,
opening drawers to find a pencil so that he can write the digits 200 on a piece
of paper, ten times price the woman at the gas station had quoted.

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