Zhang Ziwen made a major shopping spree at the supermarket, loaded with money and not holding back. In no time, his cart was filled to the brim with stuff. He had bought a good amount of high-quality cigarettes and alcohol, and a ton of food. It was a rare occasion for him to cook at home, and he guessed that all his old soy sauce and vinegar must have developed mold, so he bought all kinds of seasonings at once. In addition to the usual veggies and fresh produce, he also bought some freshly-arrived, still jumping prawns. After a trip around the supermarket, half of the money he had earned that day was gone. Looking at the half-flattened red envelope in his hand, he repeatedly muttered to himself, "Money sure burns fast. Wasn't there supposed to be inflation? Why does it feel like it's worth even less than before?"