It was getting dark gradually, and the lights on the street were as big as beans.
At the end of summer, there are all kinds of smells in the air. The smell of barbecue fumes is mixed with the dusty smell of old goods from the grocery stalls. It's so humid that if you yell, the sound will stick in your throat.
Di Yunchuan squatted beside the stall, holding an old alarm clock that was extremely broken in his hand. He casually wiped the dust on it with his sleeve and grinned at the pot-bellied customer opposite.
"I'll take the eight yuan and give you an old battery. There's no store like this after passing this village."
The tone of his speech was brisk, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Although there was a very common and common smile on the corner of his mouth, he was already very tired in his heart.
The night market is where he makes a living. Every night he has to get up early and go back very late just to grab a stall, and he has to be careful about the shady rules.
Otherwise, if you are not careful, there may be a few items missing from the goods, or there may be a few extra "protection fees"
