Bo Yan normally isn't heartless, but he's just a bit more rational, like just now when a few young people, carrying flower baskets, asked him to buy roses for his girlfriend, he didn't make a purchase.
A bunch of China roses pretending to be roses dared to sell for thirty yuan each, money really is too easy to make these days.
Xia Siyu came over and saw a lot of fragrant, sweet, and soft roasted sweet potatoes, oozing with oil. She didn't care about maintaining any celebrity image at all; her favorite thing wasn't some high-class French cuisine but these street stalls, and she quickly grabbed Bo Yan to buy some.
Just as Bo Yan was about to ask the price, the vendor apologized in an accent: "Could you use cash? I don't have a QR code, and if I did, it goes directly to my son's account."
Bo Yan nodded, so that's how it is, no wonder there was such a large crowd today, yet this small stall had few customers - without mobile payment, most people couldn't make a payment.
