Staff: "..." Ugh, is it easy for her?
She clung to the doorway, watching the disappearing crowd, gritting her teeth, then showed the full, all-angle surveillance to the real big croupier.
Then she asked expectantly, "So, did they cheat?"
The water market does know how to cheat, but generally, they don’t do it.
The croupier in front of her frowned, shook his head, "No, if there was cheating, hands would need to touch sothing, but they’re clearly beginners. It’s just good luck, that’s all."
"Okay. Oh, my bonus!"
The staff walked away disheartened, and the croupier, who ca from the main venue, dialed a phone, "Yes, it’s pure luck. Her luck is unbelievably good. Maybe she’s the person you’re looking for. Okay, got it."
...
Today has been truly refreshing.
Ate well, played well, spent money freely.
As an outsider, getting scamd is normal.
But everything changed after eting Su Malie.
Finished eating hotpot, Su Malie took Grandma Jing and the whole family to places only locals would visit.
"Let’s go, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle, Aunt, I’ll take you to so good places."
The places Su Malie took everyone were local business magnates’ arenas, considered middle to high-end areas.
Even during the apocalypse, people constantly flit about.
"In this mall, they used to give out free Haagen-Dazs and coffee before the apocalypse. But now they give out corn pancakes and sour plum juice."
"This is a wife cake they developed after the apocalypse. They say if you eat it, you’ll get a wife. If you want a husband, eat the husband cake."
Grandma Jing incredulously ate a wife cake, not knowing what it was made of, it didn’t have much flavor, like dry crumbs but was crispy and tasted good.
"The key is, is this really free, without any catch?" Grandma Jing asked, having been deceived here many tis, she feared it was a trap.
Su Malie giggled and replied, "It really is free food here, but each person only gets a little every day. This one used to give umbrellas, that one gave cups, no catch, so it’s very popular here, with a great reputation."
Jing Shu nodded, giving Ah Xing a look, "Mark it down. Every place has its scams and its good points, you can’t judge a book by its cover."
Mr. Jing also ate a wife cake, smacking his lips, "Isn’t it strange? Why do they give out free things every day and still not go bankrupt in the apocalypse? Surely it’s not profitable? Why don’t more people co to get them?"
At this point, Wu You’ai stepped in and explained:
"Grandpa, because this is a middle to high-end area, the people living around here can still afford to eat during the apocalypse. Generally, they’ll co to get free food, but they also keep up with their spending.
As for those who truly can’t fill their stomachs, it’s impossible for them to walk dozens of kiloters just to get a bit of food, they have to work to survive.
Moreover, this touches on the knowledge of information silos. Only these target custor groups who have been here know about the free food, poorer people don’t dare to co here to shop, naturally, they don’t know which shop gives out free food."
With this explanation, Mr. Jing understood.
Grandma Jing glared at Mr. Jing, "Hurry up and eat, always blabbering all day, if Mary hadn’t brought us here, wouldn’t we have gotten scamd at the Water Market?"
Jing Shu was thoughtful.
What ntor Chu Zhuohua said was indeed correct; coming here, even if just to eat free food, and getting various freebies, there really were many little trinkets here.
Expensive ones, cheap ones, the Jing family bought a bunch.
Chu Zhuohua went straight and bought various bags, clothes, and perfus for Wu You’ai, despite Wu You’ai not seeming to like it much, chu Zhuohua secretly told Wu You’ai:
"I want to see you wear this - can you wear it for once? Please~"
"This seems to match your cool white skin well, it also seems good to hold files—"
Wu You’ai, with a deadpan face, said, "Have you been watching too many short videos, wanting to carry a bag for outside? ntor, can you not be so childish? Such a handso person carrying a won’s bag—"
It’s just ruining the aesthetics, isn’t it!
Chu Zhuohua’s gaze turned dangerous, "ntor?"
Wu You’ai slapped herself on the face and imdiately corrected herself, "Zhuohua, let’s not be childish, alright? Be good~"
"No~"
Wu You’ai: "..."
Alright then.
So, Chu Zhuohua picked out several pre-apocalypse bags worth tens of thousands, now bought with just a few hundred virtual coins, happily carrying them around.
Jing Shu, who had to endure listening to them showing off their love all the ti, "..."
Utterly speechless, why is her hearing so good? Why did she have to hear everything!
Such torture!
Overall, it’s still a nice place to shop here.
On the ship.
"Mary, you’ll sleep in this room tonight."
It was too late, so Jing Shu arranged for Su Malie to stay in the room next to her master bedroom.
Su Malie was wearing Jing Shu’s pajamas, nearly bursting out in front, making Jing Shu utterly speechless—
Su Malie held Jing Shu’s hand, reluctantly saying, "Ah, Ah Zhu, can’t I really sleep with you?"
"No way, I’m restless when I sleep at night." Jing Shu cruelly refused, pushing Su Malie into the bedroom, "Go to bed early, we’ll be in Hong Kong tomorrow, we’ll have another day of fun, then part ways."
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