"Damn it! These people are crazy! At this rate, we'll be left with nothing to eat but the northwest wind!" Wu Zhiren touched his hungry stomach, his face full of grievance.
Gu Jiajie glanced at the two of them, staring at the bag sheltered by the raincoat at their feet: "What did you buy?"
Liu Pingyuan swallowed: "We bought rice and white flour, and some meat." He hadn't had meat for a long time.
Wu Zhiren chimed in: "This little bit cost a whole bill! A big one!"
Even as composed as he was, Gu Jiajie couldn't help but show a look of astonishment.
"A hundred bucks?!"
What the hell did they buy that cost a hundred bucks!
In the past, a hundred bucks could buy three or four bags of rice, thirty or so pounds of pork.
But looking at the things at their feet, not even a single bag was full.
"Are there a lot of people at the black market?"
Suddenly, a light, melodious voice interjected.
