"Flower market?" Su Qing turned to look at the man who had approached her. She knew Chuncheng's climate was like spring year-round, and it was famous for its abundance of flowers. In her past life, before the apocalypse, Chuncheng had been home to the largest flower market in the country, which drew massive crowds daily.
'But in this era, could Chuncheng already have a large-scale flower market?'
'Most people aren't concerned with the finer things in life right now, are they?'
"That's right, the flower market. But it's not the kind of flower you're thinking of." The man chuckled. "We've got a lot of good stuff inside. If you can think of it, we can get it."
Su Qing understood immediately. 'So it isn't the kind of flower market from the future. It's just a black market with a pretty name.' She was surprised that the black market in Chuncheng was actively scouting for customers.
