Wu Biao frowned. Though he had been in this world for several months now, he had always eaten off the Marines, drunk from the Marines, and worn Marine clothing. On top of having no real concept of money to begin with, he had no idea what that bundle of his was worth.
Seeing the stall owner's utterly matter-of-fact expression, Brother Biao could not help muttering inwardly, "Could that little bastard Bertrand have screwed me over? Was he afraid I'd take more, so he fooled me by saying this was enough for me to eat for a month?"
The more he thought about it, the more certain he became. He secretly decided that when he got back, he would beat that brat up good.
Fuck, wasn't this a scam?
How was he supposed to eat without money?!
As Wu Biao was thinking this, the stall owner saw his tightly furrowed brows and unhappy expression. Thinking Wu Biao was targeting him, he immediately said disdainfully, "If you don't leave, I'll call the Marines!"
Of course, he was only saying that. This kid's money had obviously come from somewhere shady. As long as he mentioned the Marines, the kid would definitely not dare linger here.
"Hm? The Marines?" Wu Biao's eyes immediately lit up. "Right, call the Marines! Boss, hurry up and call them! Once they get here, I'll make up however much I'm short. Brother Biao isn't short on money. I don't need you giving me a discount!"
"That's right, hurry up and ge—" The stall owner answered without listening closely, but then realized something was wrong. He stared blankly at Wu Biao. "What?"
"I've noticed you sure talk a lot. I told you to call them, so call them. Don't you want to make more money?" Wu Biao's tone was full