"Alright, alright, if you don't have any money, don't hog the spot," the vendor saw the young man hesitating in front of the stall and couldn't help but speak to drive him away.
"Sigh!!" The young man sighed, reluctantly touched his pockets, but unfortunately, they were already empty. He left with his head hung low in frustration.
The vendor exchanged a look with the people around him, and one of them followed the young man, needing to confirm if he had gone to report it to the police.
Afterward, the vendor packed up, intending to leave. He had made enough money today, and greed often led to trouble. In this regard, con artists knew better than most how to pick their battles.
Song Yun then spoke up, "Hold on, I want to give it a try too."
"Oh? Didn't you see what happened to that guy? He lost everything!" the vendor said to Song Yun, pretending to be well-meaning. "My hand speed is very quick; most people can't keep up."
