Li Ye and Jin Peng arrived at the market and found it as lively as expected.
There were countless small vendors in this market. Besides Soviet people and Chinese, there were even people with Central Asian features.
The goods on sale were equally varied: Hero medals, silver tableware, antique oil paintings—everything imaginable. It was well worth browsing.
Quite a few Chinese there knew Jin Peng and kept greeting him, making the stroll rather interesting.
But Li Ye regretted it after wandering around for only a short while. There was no sun today, and the outdoor temperature was simply too cold.
Moscow officials put the average winter temperature at around minus eighteen degrees Celsius, but that was only an "average." The fluctuations were enormous. Like today—the temperature out in the open was definitely below minus twenty-five degrees, perhaps even reaching minus thirty.
Scientifically speaking, in an environment colder than minus twenty degrees, humans could not survive without relying on an external heat source.
In other words, out in the wilderness at twenty-something degrees below zero, it did not matter whether you jumped around to warm up or practiced punches until you sweated. Without a fire to keep warm, given enough time, you were guaranteed to be finished.
That was why human survival in such frigid regions depended heavily on heating facilities. Since arriving in Moscow, Li Ye had either been in a hotel or inside a car, with only brief intervals between the two, so he had not felt much of it.
But after circling this open-air market for half an hour, Li Ye felt his fingers beginning to go numb from the cold.
He wore a pair of exquisite deerskin gloves, which were far less insulating than clumsy mittens.
No wonder so many people in his previous life had heard