On the night he was dumped by his money-worshiping girlfriend, a shuttle door appeared in the rental house.
During the famine in Shanghai in 1942, the owner of the antique shop stared at the compressed biscuits in my hand: "Gold for food?"
At the modern Yiwu wholesale market, a vendor was dumbfounded by the speed with which I emptied the warehouse: "Brother, you bought ten tons of sugar to open a dyeing workshop?"
When I poured the penicillin into the black market suitcase, the barrel of the warlord's gun pressed against my waist.
And my ex-girlfriend, holding the hand of a rich man, passed by the gold store and saw me melting the third basket of Yuan Datou: "This purity... You robbed the national treasury?"
Reader comments
Too much talking
The word water represents the end of the world.
Come on, [smile][smile]
Looks very tired,
Successfully made my head dizzy
Medical-grade penicillin replaced with gold at private laboratory company gates in 2025?
Too much talking
The word water represents the end of the world.
Come on, [smile][smile]
Looks very tired,
Successfully made my head dizzy
Medical-grade penicillin replaced with gold at private laboratory company gates in 2025?
I read this novel like prose.