When Wang Yu had just mentioned the two words "marketplace," Gu Ran's eyes momentarily flickered with a veiled glint before returning quickly to calm.
In fact, he wasn't too surprised by this; the trade fair he organized could only take place once every thirty days. In this long one-month interval, survivors from all over Jiang City naturally couldn't avoid engaging in various trades and transactions.
Of course, the quality of these trades was really quite debatable.
There was no order, no management.
Under these circumstances, he guessed that the various transactions probably involved at most a card shard or two, or small quantities of food, cold-weather materials, and so on.
Because if it were any larger, it would attract too much envy and the level of danger would skyrocket.
