Gone?
Chen Wen looked at the shelves inside the store.
Holy moly, cleaner than his face.
Chen Wen, speechless, said, "How do you even run a store? You're even out of stuff like this?"
The owner gave an awkward smile and explained, "Didn't I tell you? A huge group of people came by and bought all the portable food I had."
Do such people actually exist?
Chen Wen, speechless: "What do you still have left?"
"Heh heh, look at these, these porcelain items are all top-notch..."
Chen Wen glanced at the bottom of the porcelain bowl, holy moly, made in China.
"Nothing else?"
"Oh, there's also this, my great grandfather's lucky gold-panning equipment..."
"Goodbye!"
Chen Wen decisively rejected the owner's sales pitch and turned to leave.
...
Soon, Chen Wen caught up with Hua Yun.
Seeing Chen Wen coming empty-handed, Hua Yun was a bit puzzled, "You..."
