"What money? Didn't you say there was no charge if we didn't sell anything?"
"There isn't, but nobody does it like you two. You've been setting up here for seven or eight days without selling a single thing. At least leave some room for other people! You get here first every day and grab the best spot... what, you never get tired of taking advantage?"
As soon as Lian Youming left the courtyard, he saw Third Aunt's two foolish sons arguing with the black market staff. After listening to what they were saying, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He couldn't be bothered to put on his mask. He walked over to their stall and asked leisurely, "How much for these?"
The brothers had been cursing as they packed up. Hearing someone ask the price, they looked up eagerly, but when they saw Lian Youming, they shuddered and could barely get their words out. "N-not for sale."
"Are you two idiots? Someone finally asks the price, and now you're fucking refusing to sell?"
The black market staff were dumbfounded too.
Neither brother said anything. With their heads lowered and their faces covered, they shouldered their sacks and ran off like thieves.
Lian Youming strode after them, grabbed each by the back of his collar, and said with a half-smile, "You two have pretty good eyes. Even my mom didn't recognize me when I first came back, but you knew who I was at a glance."
The brothers' eyes darted about. They hunched their shoulders and spoke one after the other.
"Brother, haven't you got the wrong people? We don't know you."
"Right, you... cousin, could you not tell my mom? If she finds out we came to the black market to sell stuff, she'll beat us