Wang Hao strolled through the neighborhood, humming a tune as he walked.
What good thing might he encounter today? Could a pie fall from the sky?
No sooner had he thought it than something fell with a splat just two meters ahead. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a pie!
Wang Hao cursed as he looked up: "Damn, who's so careless?! Throwing things from heights is dangerous, you know?"
Damn it, think of a pie and a pie falls. My phone's broken; maybe a phone will fall next?
Well, that didn't work. But even if a good phone did fall from above, it would have broken anyway—off to buy a bed then!
He hopped on Bus No. 213 and headed straight for a large furniture market nearby. He had no choice; the real big furniture market in Zhonghai City was in the city center, but all he needed was the cheapest single bed, so no need to go that far when the principle of proximity served well.
