After the identification, the smile on Wang Ke's face slowly disappeared. He looked up at the stall owner but found that the stall owner had a strange expression and his eyes were erratic. Even his body was two meters away from the stall and quietly hidden in the dark. What surprised Wang Ke most was that the stall owner didn't seem to want others to see his face. He was wearing a peaked cap, and he even raised his arm from time to time to cover the lower half of his face.
"How much?"
Wang Ke lowered his voice and asked.
The stall owner touched his nose. An essential light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out one finger, and then five fingers. Then he used the flashlight to circle around his hand.
One hundred and fifty thousand?
Wang Ke understood the gestures of these black market
