The shopping day was completely ruined.
Or rather, from the very beginning.
The idea of hoping for an unrealistic "extra day off."
Had been nothing but an illusion.
...Under the afternoon sun, Jiang Han left her home.
After she contacted Qin Shunying about the extra day off the day before yesterday, the shop manager called again yesterday and informed her in an excited voice:
"Miss An specifically requested you. Two thousand yuan."
Angelite's money was still money.
Money was no nobler than money.
If her income broke ten thousand this week, then counting a batch of aloe that had grown well over two months, she would be making roughly a hundred thousand a month. If she planned to repay Angelite a hundred thousand at a time, she would finish paying it off in a little over fifty months... Jiang Han could not help pursing her lips. Because she was in debt, she barely dared go shopping anymore, afraid that the impulsive urge to spend lurking in a witch's body would bleed her wallet dry and slim it down again.
After waiting a while at the Bus Chicken Station, she caught the No. 2 Dragon Bus.
Recently, thanks to progress in Kraken's negotiations with the dragon-taming witches, these buses had begun appearing frequently throughout the city, seizing a huge share of the Griffin Carriage network.
Their bus bodies were comfortable little triangular sailboats that held twenty people, while the medium dragons' flight was even steadier than griffins', making them immensely popular.
The fare was much cheaper than a Griffin Carriage's, too.
Two yuan to cross one district—fifty cents cheaper even than the Witch Bus.
She boarded the Dragon Bus, spent four yuan, and headed for the Night Watcher Camp.
After getting off, Jiang Han helplessly spent another fifty yuan at the