Actually, ever since Uncle Qing had posted the sign for sale, Xia Hua realized she might have to change locations to sell her vegetables. She had inquired around and found that every market nearby required a substantial monthly management fee. After silently calculating, since the volume of vegetables she sold was not large, she knew that once she deducted the cost and the management fee, she really wouldn't make much money.
But now that Uncle Qing had sold the restaurant, she had no choice but to go to the market; otherwise, even a regular income would be problematic.
While they were speaking, a group of young people with dyed hair and wearing strange outfits suddenly surrounded them. One of them, the leader with purple hair, stood brazenly in front of the vegetable stall, flicked his cigarette butt away, and bellowed, "Hey! Little chick, it's time to pay up for this month!"
