"Wow, lots of good things." All the people spoke in each other’s ears. Basically, in that trade fair, people used mutant meat to exchange for weapons, so the price of other goods was nothing compared to weapons.
While they were talking, the door of the room was opened. Zhang Hai and Ying came back. Zhang Hai was carrying two big bags, and Ying held one. Black lacquered bags with zippers on them. "Oh, bring it!" The bald man was playing with the grenades he had taken out, looking at those bags.
Some people were full of interest. In the end, they would all like to see what kind of stuff the bumpkin had brought. "What? Did they bring some native products from the countryside! If they have brought pork and eggs or something, we could immediately cook and eat them." Yuan boss ridiculed.
