"Hey Wang Wei, is this the only deck of cards?"
"There are no more?"
Not only the elderly driver but even the two men sitting next to Hou Shubin were also eagerly asking.
By the looks on their faces, it seemed these playing cards were very important.
Hou Shubin couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.
"Isn't it just a deck of poker cards?"
"Seeing you guys like this, here, I'll just give these cards back to you. I'm not interested in this stuff anyway."
The truth was not that he wasn't interested but rather that these things were plentiful in the safe zone.
After all, most people's entertainment activities were just that limited.
Computers and television were Zhang Ye's privilege.
As for others, having a light bulb at home meant living in relatively good conditions. Some people with insufficient status didn't even have electricity to use.
Therefore, playing cards and mahjong had basically become the only entertainment methods for the survivors.
