Natural disasters come: I become a big boss by picking up scraps

Chapter 561 Sound Source Pollution 3
The city at night is still very lively.

Ling Mo found a snack street and was quickly attracted by the wide variety of snacks there.

Buy some snacks from any stall that you like. If you find something you like, buy more and save it for later.

Walking among the crowd, Ling Mo discovered that many people were wearing different styles of headphones on their ears.

I thought to myself that it seems that headphones will have to be put on the agenda tomorrow.

However, the price of the headphones I saw before was too expensive and a bit uneconomical.

The money you spend on one of those headphones is enough to buy several other models of headphones.

Seeing a long queue in front of a stall, Ling Mo curiously went over to take a look, and found that they were special cakes, which were very beautifully made, like a work of art.

As for the taste, seeing so many people queuing here you know it must be good.

Anyway, they had almost finished walking around the street, so Ling Mo happily came to the end of the line and started queuing.

While waiting in line, I listened to the chatting voices coming from the people in front of me.

"You should have an exam soon, how's your voice practice going lately?"

The person being asked was a girl wearing a sports shirt and a ponytail.

The girl shook her head in distress. "Not very good. I can't practice at all recently because I can't make an appointment for a voice studio."

"I don't know what's going on, but recently the sound classrooms in the city are either broken down and under repair, or they are full every day. Even if you pay a higher price, you can't make a reservation."

"Since you can't make an appointment, just practice at home. I remember you should have a small sound studio at home." said another girl.

Speaking of this, the girl with the ponytail said with a distressed look, "Don't mention it. I thought the same thing at the beginning. If I couldn't make an appointment for the voice studio, I would practice at home. But I don't know what happened recently. Whenever I start practicing, someone will knock on my door within ten minutes, saying that I am disturbing them. Some people even curse me in the community owner group."

"Could there be something wrong with your sound classroom?" asked another girl.

"No, I had it checked several times and there's no problem. It's too late to redecorate it now. I'm afraid I won't pass this exam." The girl with the ponytail said dejectedly.

Ling Mo listened to their conversation and became curious about the voice classroom they mentioned.

What it is?
However, Ling Mo was soon attracted by something else.

Is this... a cell phone?
The girl with a ponytail standing in front of Ling Mo gently pressed something on her wrist, and a blue transparent screen the size of a palm appeared in her hand.

The girl with ponytail didn't notice Ling Mo's gaze and was sharing something with her friends around her as if no one was around.

It seemed to be a funny video, and the two of them were laughing very happily.

Seeing this, Ling Mo added this mobile phone-like item to his shopping list.

After about ten minutes, it was finally Ling Mo's turn.

There were more than a dozen types of cakes, all in flavors she had never seen before.

Seeing this, Ling Mo simply bought one of each.

Seeing that Ling Mo wanted one of each, the stall owner kindly reminded her, "Little girl, our desserts are very high in calories and very filling. If you buy so many at once, they will go bad if you can't finish them. Even if you put them in the refrigerator, the taste will be greatly weakened after the best tasting time." Facing the stall owner's kind reminder, Ling Mo smiled and said, "It's okay, I have a big appetite, and my family also likes to eat sweet food."

When the stall owner heard Ling Mo talking about his family, he nodded. So he was eating with his family. That was no problem.

Ling Mo was about to leave when he suddenly remembered what the stall owner had just said. He paused and turned back, asking, "Boss, is it true that you just said this cake is very filling?"

"Of course it's real. Don't be fooled by the small size of the cake. We use a lot of it. People with small appetites usually can't finish one piece in one meal."

After receiving a positive reply, Ling Mo asked, "Boss, do you accept reservations? I want to invite friends to my home. Since there are many people, I want to order more cakes like this."

After hearing what Ling Mo said, the stall owner naturally couldn't refuse the business that came to his door.

"Of course that's no problem."

Just like that, Ling Mo quickly finalized the number of cakes with the boss, one plate of each flavor, and one plate was about twenty-four pieces.

After paying the deposit and agreeing to pick up the goods tomorrow, Ling Mo left with the bag.

After walking around outside for about two or three hours, Ling Mo estimated that the time was about right, so he started to walk back.

After returning to the rental house, it did not become quiet as Ling Mo expected, but became even noisier.

Ling Mo could even clearly hear what his neighbors around him were arguing about.

Upstairs lived a young couple with a child. For some reason, their child was pushing a chair around the room, causing the table legs to scrape across the ground, making a harsh sound.

The neighbors next door are a mother and son, and the mother is helping her child with homework.

Anyone who has experienced this knows how slow children are when doing their homework. They touch this and rub that, want to drink water and go to the toilet. In short, by the end of tutoring, both parents and children will go crazy.

It is obvious that the mother has gone crazy and is screaming at her child to vent her pent-up emotions.

Seeing this, Ling Mo thought that he couldn't sleep anyway, so he simply turned on the TV, watched the news, and looked for clues about this game.

After looking for a long time, Ling Mo still couldn't find the clues he needed, so he yawned out of boredom.

This time the game only allows five items to be brought in, and the space button is not included.

As for the things that Xiaobai had eaten before, Ling Mo tried it and found it could be used, but the power seemed to have been weakened.

She could clearly feel that after her mental power condensed into the White Feather Bow, there was an extra layer of shackles on it, and even the appearance of the White Feather Bow became much simpler.

Never mind, as long as it works.

Ling Mo has a very good attitude. As long as it can be used, it's fine. After all, having it is better than having nothing.

Moreover, the five items she brought this time were all auxiliary in nature.

If her mental power cannot condense into items like the White Feather Bow, then she can only find a way to get some weapons.

Ling Mo checked the five items in the space button.

The first one is a white cross-body bag with a red cross embroidered on it, which looks very simple and plain.