Old Yu said: "Big brother, you must have been away from home for many years. My accent isn't strong but yours is even more so. If not for seeing the word "Warehouse", I wouldn't have noticed."
Smoke constantly poured out from Zhao's mouth: "I guess."
"You've always had a shop here?"
Zhao: "Yeah."
Old Yu let out an "oh" and tentatively asked: "Looking at brother's posture, were you a soldier before? Why did you come here to open a shop?"
Zhao finally glanced at him from amidst the smoke. He said a long sentence: I haven't but seeing your posture, were you really once a soldier? How did you become fat like this?"
Old Yu: "...….."
Zhao inhaled the cigarette a few times and extinguished it after only the butt was left: "Don't try to act close. It's not going to work here. You may be acting all touched today but you might be dead tomorrow."
Old Yu: "...…."
"If you're going to buy something, hurry up and do it. If not, leave." Zhao said this and pulled out a new cigarette.
The first floor of the warehouse was covered in smoke. The sick patient Zhou Jin went in and left immediately with a coughing fit. But he didn't give up the opportunity to shop.
Because there were more things in this store than he had imagined.
It looked more like a comprehensive supermarket with a shabby external appearance. There were clothes, blankets, pillows, pots, pans, cups, spoons, chopsticks, medications and anything you would want to find in a supermarket. Things that you don't find in a supermarket were also here. From the first to the third floor, it was completely filled.
Every floor had several shopping carts which were coated in a layer of dust.
They all pushed a cart each and started to sweep through the goods like crazy. It was as if ghosts had just entered the village.
"Wait, none of these things are priced!" Yu Wen suddenly cried out.
Zhou Jin picked up a few bottles of cough syrup and also a box of anti-inflammatory pain medications: "I've noticed that a long time ago. Cough, cough...…..This is probably like those at tourist attractions. The price must have been doubled."
"Taking advantage of us while we're on the brink of death and ripping us off. It's expected." Everyone agreed.
Everyone knew this truth, but no one stopped their actions.
When money could be exchanged for their life, they don't feel bad about spending it.
Yu Wen still felt that something wasn't right. He pushed his cart around to find his brother and found You Huo standing in the corner of the third floor.
What surprised him was that You Huo was also purchasing goods.
"Brother, you're also pushing a cart?" Yu Wen went over and asked.
You Huo heard this and glanced at him. His expression seemed to be saying 'What nonsense are you spouting?'.
Yu Wen awkwardly waved his hand and said: "It's nothing. I was just looking….."
If even his brother is buying something, then it should be okay.
Yu Wen felt relieved and started to flip through You Huo's shopping cart.
He had originally thought that he would see a bunch of emergency equipment such as flashlights, batteries, ropes, knifes.....
But all this great master got was a change of clothes and a black backpack.
That was it.
"Uh…..Brother, are you getting anything else?" Yu Wen asked.
You Huo flipped through the hangers and took out a black down jacket. He threw it into the cart: "Just these."
Yu Wen suddenly felt that he, with the light sticks, flashlights, batteries and the such....., was like an idiot attending a concert.
When they returned to the first floor, everyone had almost picked out everything that they needed and they all pushed their cart over to the checkout counter.
You Huo didn't like crowds so he stood away from them and waited lazily by the wall.
The old lady at the front asked the owner: "Just these. How much is it?"
Zhao had already smoked several cigarettes. Looking through the smoke, he scanned through the items in the cart. He snorted inexplicably: "You can tell in one glance it's your first time."
Everyone didn't understand.
Zhao: "When people come here, they would only be brave enough to take this number of items."
He raised two fingers.
"What do you mean brother? Two items?" Old Yu asked.
Zhao: "Yes. And that's the most generous one."
How fucking expensive is it?
Everyone silently glanced at their carts filled with items. Zhou Jin finally couldn't help and ask: "...Can we use WeChat, Alipay1? Or card? I don't have much cash."
Yu Wen added: "I haven't taken out cash in years."
Zhao: "Wechat, Alipay doesn't work here."
Zhou Jin and Yu Wen were disappointed.
Zhao also said: "Cash is also not accepted."
Yu Wen: "Huh? Then what do we use?"
Zhao pulled out a card from under the counter. It looked exactly like the small room card they had received earlier.
"Do you all have this? You use this." Zhao flicked the cart while showing enthusiasm that he had not shown the entire time. He smiled and said: "Isn't there an exam ticket at the back of the card? Do you see the points? The things here in my shop are bought with those points."
"It's not expensive. Daily necessities, including clothing of any kind is 0.5. Food, medicines etc is 1 point. As for knives and anything that can be used as a weapon, it's 2 points. It's very easy to remember. Do you want to calculate the price yourself first?"
Everyone froze on the spot. Their faces were pale.
Just the items in their shopping carts were enough to give them a negative score.
Zhou Jin looked at his cart filled with medicine and gasped. He started coughing violently.
No wonder....
No wonder these shopping carts were coated with dust. No wonder even the most generous people would only take two items.
The points that they have were all earned with their blood, sweat and tears. No one knew what the next exam would be like.
If they bought one or two things here and end up just one point away from passing when they calculate the cumulative score, they would probably cut their stomachs open in regret.
Zhao didn't find this scene strange.
After scaring them, he reverted back to his usual lukewarm attitude and said: "Here, I'll check it out."
As soon as he said that, the people around the counter took two steps back.
"No one's buying?" You Huo who stood waiting by the wall suddenly spoke up.
Everyone, including the owner, set their sights on him.
He straightened up, pushed the cart over to the counter and took out the room card from his jeans pocket. Handing it to Zhao, he said: "Checkout."
Zhao: "...…."
He looked at the items in You Huo's cart with an open mouth. The cigarette butt fell onto his shoe.