There's no way to just ask around directly, I can only go out and walk a bit. If I run into someone, that'll be great; if not, I just have to accept it.
It's already getting late. Jiang Xinyu stands by the roadside, watching people biking home after work, packed close together. It's true what they say, you don't realize how crowded the Capital is until you visit.
Where is the black market anyway? It might be dangerous, better to just find someone directly.
She walks along the road and sees a middle-aged woman with a pen clipped to her shirt pocket.
"Comrade, Sister."
The woman stops. "Young comrade, what's the matter?"
Jiang Xinyu feels comfortable looking at this person, someone who naturally seems approachable.
"Comrade, I'm from out of town, this is my first time in the Capital, and I've spent all my money. I've got some rice that I want to exchange for cash."
"Let's go, we'll talk over there."
