She was an old woman around eighty years old. She pedaled a cargo tricycle that was stacked with red silk scarves. Her tricycle was equipped with a speaker that shouted, “Traditional handmade woven scarves. We have one hundred years of history…”

I took a deep breath then went toward the old woman. I gave her a smile and asked, “Granny, how much for one red scarf?”

The woman smiled. “Boy, do you want one? You can get it for your girlfriend. Recently, many people have bought my scarves, and they were very satisfied.”

Then, the old woman handed me a scarf.

I smiled and said, “Granny, you just said that many people have bought your red scarves. Can you tell me what kind of people were they?”

The granny answered with pride, “Oh, people of all kinds. Students, office workers, and even some company bosses. One man even bought twenty-four red scarves at once.”

I frowned. This man who had bought twenty-four red...