Although Chang Haijiang was stationed in Icefield all year round, he came from the Salvation Army and had been promoted to the middle class. He had a certain level of understanding of various situations. Furthermore, he had seen a few monks and knew how to deal with the person in front of him.
He then asked amiably, "Zen Masters, what would you like to exchange?"
The old Red Coaster calmly replied, "Some rye bread."
"We don't have that." Chang Haijiang shook his head. "There's mixed-grain cornbread that costs the same. Do you want it?"
The old Red Coaster thought for a moment and said, "Fine then."
He then removed a small cloth bag hanging from his waist and took out a gold piece. "Is this enough?"
