Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 135.2

There was no shortage of them on the street; could it be a cheap clearance sale?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly moved to secure a prime position!

The next moment, the vendor also squeezed through, waving a red banknote, “Hurry, hurry, my five pounds!”

Whoa!

The woman wanted to say to him — you’re a vendor yourself, yet you’re buying from someone else, so you know your own stuff is expensive?

But then, the handsome young man gave a sweet smile and immediately handed him a bag of bamboo shoots from the basket. The hundred-yuan note was folded and slipped into the pocket behind his chest’s QR code.

The vendor took the bamboo shoots, happily opened them to take a look, then calmly sat back at his stall.

He called over to the woman, “Do you still want the baby cabbage?”

The woman was stunned.

Seriously? A hundred yuan for just one bag of bamboo shoots, three to five pounds, with no change?

“Aren’t you all just acting as shills for each other?” she said suspiciously.

The vendor, still not bothered by the dirt on the bamboo shoots, peeled back the outer layer and, without looking up, said cheerfully:

“Shills? Hey, getting any is a good thing; yesterday, people who joined the group late didn’t get any—Oh, are you talking about bamboo shoots? They’re twenty yuan per pound, all sold out today. Come early tomorrow.”

Twenty yuan per pound?

The woman frowned and thought to herself that these people were blatantly jacking up the price! She didn’t believe there would be another fool to—

Before she could finish her thought, a crowd of people swarmed in from all directions.

No one asked for the price; they just stated the amount:

“Three pounds!”

“Five pounds!”

“My sister couldn’t make it; can you give me Juan’s five pounds—”

Meanwhile, there was a series of beeping sounds:

“Alipay received one hundred yuan!”

“WeChat received sixty yuan!”

“…”

The woman watched as the baskets on the back of the truck were unloaded one by one, quickly being snatched up. If these were shills, then this bamboo shoot seller must be filthy rich!

Moreover, she recognized many familiar faces from the market.

With this, she found it hard not to be tempted.

But twenty yuan per pound…

So she hesitated and asked the vendor, “Why are so many people buying from them? Don’t you think it’s expensive?”

“How could I not think it’s expensive?”

The vendor grinned, “Expensive! Way too expensive! These five pounds of bamboo shoots, peeled, I could finish them in one meal. Just one dish for a hundred yuan — don’t you think that’s expensive?”

The woman instinctively frowned, pointing out, “You just don’t know how to make the most of it. It’s not just the bamboo shoot flesh that’s edible; you can chop the outer layer into pieces, stir-fry with chili—”

Perhaps it was the naturally high-pitched voice of a middle-aged woman, but many of those who had bought bamboo shoots paused and listened intently to her explanation.

Some younger people were even in a rush, saying, “Wait a minute, let me record this—”