The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 162 Seafood Feast in the Office, Trump Ventures into the Ghost Market Again

Revisiting old places.

Qian Jin has changed his mount.

He rode his motorcycle to take Wei Qinghuan to the Yintan Park Guesthouse, attracting the attention of many people along the way.

The seaside in February has a unique charm.

The bay is like a gemstone, moistened by the sea. White waves break into fine snow between the rocks, and the cries of seagulls flying across the sky blend with the sound of the tide.

The motorcycle pulled up to the guesthouse and stopped, and the guard at the gate immediately raised his hand in salute.

This time, Wei Qinghuan was already familiar with the route, and she no longer hesitated. She smiled and nodded naturally at the guards.

The young guard blushed.

It was evening, and the sun was setting.

The gilded characters of "Yintan Park Guesthouse" gleamed softly in the sunlight.

"Doesn't it feel like it was just yesterday when we left the guesthouse?" Qian Jin turned to Wei Qinghuan behind him and smiled.

He deliberately wore a light gray polyester Zhongshan suit today, braving the cold, with a small silver collar pin, making him look exceptionally smart.

Wei Qinghuan nodded slightly, her sterling silver earrings swaying gently with her movements.

Upon entering the lobby, their introduction letters were checked, and a female server led the two upstairs.

Wei Qinghuan explained, "We stayed here a few days ago, so there's no need for you to come upstairs. Just give us the key."

“Okay, room 401 is the one on the very edge.” The waitress handed over a brass key and added meaningfully, “It’s also the one with the best view.”

Perhaps to welcome the New Year, a red carpet was laid on the staircase of the large villa.

Wei Qinghuan stepped onto the dark red carpet and clicked her tongue in amazement: "Even more luxurious."

Qian Jin stretched out his arm: "Be careful not to fall."

"It won't hurt if you fall because there's a carpet." Wei Qinghuan smiled at him and reached out to link her arm with his.

Qian Jin immediately smelled the faint scent of face cream on her body.

The moment the door opened, a large expanse of the setting sun flooded into the room.

The floor-to-ceiling window, which almost took up the entire wall, was not drawn, and at that moment it framed the ten-mile silver beach and the azure sea into a living oil painting.

Everything is the same as before.

Thick carpets covered the faded teak floor, the four posts of the old-fashioned brass bed were wrapped in faded gauze, and there was a tape recorder on the table.

The difference is that there is a vase on the coffee table between the sofas, containing a blooming red plum blossom.

Wei Qinghuan took off her shoes and stepped onto the soft carpet, stirring up fine dust that floated and sank in the orange-red glow.

She reached out and pushed open the window, letting in a salty wind that ruffled her dark hair that hung over her shoulders.

The view of the ten-mile-long Silver Beach is even more charming from a high vantage point.

The beach in the distance was evenly dyed orange by the setting sun, and the waves crashed against the rocks like a handful of shattered diamonds.

"So beautiful," Wei Qinghuan murmured.

Qian Jin placed his luggage in the corner and quietly watched her back.

The setting sun's afterglow outlined her graceful curves, the sea breeze ruffled her hair, and she raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the fair lines of her neck.

At that moment, Qian Jin felt his breath catch in his throat.

Tonight is going to be the death of me.

He shifted his attention and took a pocket telescope out of his bag and handed it to her: "I really regretted not bringing this last time, because we couldn't see anything at sea."

Wei Qinghuan took the binoculars and looked out to sea, then suddenly cheered, "I see seagulls right in front of me!"

Then she handed the binoculars to Qian Jin: "Honey, come and see! Look! The sea through the binoculars is different from what you see with your eyes. This blue is so pure, it's so beautiful."

Qian Jin followed her gaze.

Several fishing boats in the distance appeared as still silhouettes.

The soaring seagulls are like living, breathing spirits.

The sound of waves gently lapping against the beach could be faintly heard, blending wonderfully with the ticking of the old-fashioned clock in the room.

They stood side by side like that, neither of them saying a word.

Qian Jin could feel Wei Qinghuan's breathing rhythm and smell the faint scent of shampoo in her hair.

An unprecedented sense of peace washed over him.

Unfortunately, the wind was too cold.

He wanted to wait a while longer, until after the Qingming Festival or after the May Day holiday, when the sea breeze would be gentle. He thought that if he came back then and opened the window, the scenery would be beautiful and the temperature would be just right.

After closing the window, Qian Jin took out some snacks and dried fruit.

Wei Qinghuan cheered, "I'm going to live a decadent life again!"

The first time, I was terrified and filled with guilt.

The second time, they cheered and jumped for joy, feeling perfectly justified.

The sun quickly sank below the water, and the lights in the house came on, as did the lights of the fishing boats at sea.

Wei Qinghuan sat on the sofa flipping through a copy of "Popular Cinema," with sunflower seeds and peanuts readily available, and the warm aroma of black tea wafting through the air.

Dinner consisted of stir-fried dishes they brought themselves, with the guesthouse kitchen providing hot meals.

After dinner, Qian Jin took out a cloth bag: "I have a gift for you. I've been wanting to give it to you, but it's too cold at home, so it's not suitable to wear it here."

Wei Qinghuan asked helplessly, "What kind of pajamas are they this time?"

Qian Jin handed her the bag, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily: "You'll know once you open it."

Wei Qinghuan's slender fingers deftly untied the bag's drawstring, and when she saw the bright yellow silk fabric inside, her breathing became noticeably rapid.

"This is... a cheongsam?" Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the cheongsam was practically banned, if not completely prohibited.

Because in movies and television, this clothing is directly associated with the concubines of Kuomintang generals and the ladies of old Shanghai.

Qian Jin nodded and explained, "Brother Zhao saw it at the Friendship Store when he went to Shanghai on a business trip before the Lunar New Year. Now some women in Shanghai are starting to buy and wear this dress, probably to wear at home."

“I thought it would look great on you, so after the New Year, when Brother Zhao went to Shanghai again, I asked him to bring one back for you.”

"Also, I'm planning to have Master Zhou take some wedding photos for us here, and you can wear this outfit then..."

"No, that won't do. I can wear it for you to see, but not for anyone else." Wei Qinghuan clutched the smooth silk tightly, feeling extremely shy.

She knew exactly how well the dress accentuated her figure.

Qian Jin said, "You're wearing these clothes not for anyone else to see, but for yourself."

"I wanted to take photos not to show others, but to leave a memento for you."

“We will grow old, Teacher Wei. Time will pass quickly. I hope that when we are old, you can open the photo album and find your best self from your youth.”

Wei Qinghuan raised an eyebrow slightly, showing a hint of emotion.

She carefully unfolded the clothes.

This is a bright yellow silk cheongsam with delicate silver trim on the collar and cuffs, and a few elegant daffodils embroidered on the chest.

The fabric shimmered like flowing water under the light, as if one were holding a pool of Yellow River water.

Qian Jin urged her, "Try changing it."

Wei Qinghuan's eyes shone brightly as she smiled and went to the bathroom.

Qian Jin told her, "Change here."

Wei Qinghuan glared at him: "You don't even know what kind of person you are, but how could I not know?"

She went into the bathroom, and soon the door opened, and under the light, Wei Qinghuan, whom Qian Jin had never seen before, came out.

The lights outlined a golden edge on the cheongsam.

The clothes fit her shapely figure perfectly, and her long, slender legs, partially revealed by the high slit, were like the finest mutton-fat jade.

The neckline of the cheongsam perfectly showcased her graceful neckline, and the daffodil embroidery on her chest rose and fell gently with her breath.

"Is it pretty?" Wei Qinghuan turned slightly to the side.

This action caused the cheongsam fabrics in different areas to display varying shades of yellow under the light, like a clear lake shimmering in the sunlight.

Qian Jin opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The silence speaks.

He had witnessed Wei Qinghuan's charm when they first met, and he felt a sense of mature womanhood about her, which led him to mistakenly believe that Wei Qinghuan was already married.

It turns out that his knowledge was still lacking.

Now that Wei Qinghuan has truly become a young married woman, he has finally witnessed what a real young married woman's experience is like.

Mrs. Qian, who usually wears cotton-padded jackets or coarse cloth coats, exudes a breathtaking feminine charm with every subtle movement, accentuated by her cheongsam.

The way she raised her hand to tidy her hair, the smooth curve of her waist and hips when she turned around, and even the small patch of skin exposed on the back of her neck when she lowered her head, all made Qian Jin shake his head involuntarily.

In the end, Qian Jin could only exclaim, "Damn it!"

A blush appeared on Wei Qinghuan's face, even more beautiful than the sunset Qian Jin had seen earlier.

She walked slowly toward Qian Jin, the silk fabric rustling softly with each step, like the whisper of waves lapping against the beach.

"Is it pretty?" Wei Qinghuan asked again.

Qian Jin could no longer restrain himself and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Wei Qinghuan's body was soft and warm, and the smooth touch of the silk fabric contrasted sharply with his rough palms.

Whether something looks good or not can be shown through actions.

For the next two days, Qian Jin was always late for work.

His job is simple now, so in order to boost morale, he often goes to the front line to participate in the moving work.

He's quit these past two days and just lingers in the office, barely scraping by.

Hu Shunzi occasionally came to the office to sign documents. After seeing his appearance, he said with doubt, "Captain Qian, you look very weak."

Qian Jin waved his hand impatiently: "What do you know? I've just been feeling unwell lately."

Hu Shunzi said matter-of-factly, "You have a cold and you're not feeling well, isn't that just because you're physically weak?"

Deputy Squadron Leader Liu Jinshan, who was picking his ear with a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, heard this, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly ran out.

After a while, his voice rang out from outside: "Hey, Captain Qian, guess what good stuff I got my hands on?"

He pushed open the office door and led Qiu Dayong in excitedly. The two of them each carried a bamboo basket, with Qiu Dayong's basket being particularly large.

Wei Xiongtu walked over and said in surprise, "So much seafood?"

Liu Jinshan said proudly, "There were several fishing boats unloading cargo at the dock today. I went to the captain and got some good stuff—Don't worry, Captain Qian, I didn't spend a penny less. I just bought something fresh."

He dumped the bamboo basket he was carrying onto the ground, and a bunch of oysters, crabs, prawns, and some miscellaneous small sea snails poured out, all of them fresh and alive, with the crabs' claws still waving wildly.

"Wow!" Wang Hao squatted down and examined it for a bit, his eyes shining. "This thing is so rare now, you can't even buy it at the farmers' market!"

"Of course!" Qiu Dayong rubbed his hands, which were red from the cold. "When Deputy Captain Liu called me over, I really didn't expect him to be able to buy this. I haven't seen crabs for a while."

Liu Jinshan grinned: "Don't you even know what month it is? But no matter what month it is, if you want to eat fresh food, just come to your brother Liu. Brother Liu has been in Jiagang for over 20 years. Putting aside everything else, he has connections."

Qian Jin blinked as he looked at the seafood on the ground.

There are so many oysters inside!
Even though Haibin City is a coastal city, seafood is still precious during the first month of the lunar calendar. The foremen at the dock claim to be cadres, but in reality, they are nothing. They can't even buy seafood at the farmers' market.

Upon learning that Liu Jinshan had obtained something good in his office, they came in droves.

Liu Jinshan was smug.

He put his hands on his hips and began to give instructions: "Shuigen, you are the most meticulous. You clean the oyster and conch shells."

“Old Guai, you’re an old man. You’ve eaten more crabs than any of us have ever seen. You deal with the crabs and tie them with straw ropes.”

"Su Shaobing, go to the canteen of the Public Security Bureau and borrow a steamer. Let's steam them all at once!"

"How do you steam it?" Qiu Dayong asked, rubbing his hands together. "Just put it directly in the pot and steam it? Mix it all together for a delicious one-pot meal?"

“That’s right…” Liu Jinshan was about to nod when Qian Jin stood up.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jinshan's words turned into: "That's right, Captain Qian, you don't need to do anything. You just need to eat oysters and conch later."

"Let me tell you, these two things have the hardest outer shells."

Qian Jin was speechless: "Why are you telling me this? I don't eat their shells."

"Also, don't steam it. The seafood isn't plump enough right now. It's fine for the flavor, but forget about getting any meat."

"Deputy Captain Liu, you go to the canteen yourself and bring back the cutting board and knife, as well as some garlic, ginger, scallions, cilantro, and other seasonings. I'll also go out and fiddle with some seasonings."

Liu Jinshan asked in confusion, "Are you going to stir-fry it?"

Qian Jin laughed and said, "Never mind that. Today I'm going to show you something I've never tried before."

He went out, got on his motorcycle, found an empty warehouse, went inside, and bought things like vermicelli, steamed fish soy sauce, broad bean paste, sugar, and pepper from the mall.

The original packaging was discarded and burned, and replaced with canned goods, which he carried back in a shoulder bag, jingling and clanging.

After a while, Liu Jinshan returned. He brought back a cracked old cutting board, a kitchen knife, and some scallions, ginger, and garlic.

Qian Jin took it, squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, and began to tidy it up.

The oysters need to be pried open first.

These preparations didn't require Qian Jin's help. Hu Shunzi found a flathead screwdriver, used the tip to pry along the seam of the shell, and twisted his wrist. With a "click," the plump oyster meat was revealed, and juice dripped down the edge of the shell.

He moved quickly and soon pried up a large plate.

"Foreman Hu, your technique is impressive!" Su Shaobing, who was squatting down watching, couldn't help but praise.

"I used to work in the canteen. What haven't I cleaned up?" Hu Shunzi chuckled, his hands still busy.

Qian Jin was surprised: "You used to work in the cafeteria? Why did you quit? Being a chef would have been so much better."

Hu Shunzi sighed: "People complain that I eat too much. Damn it, they said that when they put a pot of steamed buns in the pot, it was full, but when they opened the pot, there was only half left."

"What do you mean? You can eat half a pot of steamed buns?" Qian Jin asked.

Hu Shunzi said, "No, how can I eat something so hot? I just secretly opened the pot and cooked two when no one was looking, then hid them and took them home to eat."

Over there, Wang Hao and Yu Shuigen had already set up the stove, and the flames leaped up, making their faces glow red.

Qian Jin soaked the vermicelli until soft, spread it on top of the oysters, then chopped a bowl of minced garlic, mixed it with steamed fish soy sauce, sugar, and oyster sauce, poured it over the oysters, and neatly arranged them in a steamer, which was then placed on the stove.
"Just wait to eat."

"It looks delicious." This time, Liu Jinshan wasn't flattering him; he meant it sincerely.

"What should we do with the crabs?" Song Yuefu asked, holding up several crabs with their claws outstretched.

"Roast!" Qian Jin waved his hand. "Roast it directly over the fire, it'll smell delicious!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Xiongtu immediately found some iron skewers and prepared to skewer the crabs.

Wang Hao stopped him: "Won't this work? If the crab shell is broken, all the delicious broth will be lost!"

Qian Jin said, "So it's not like grilling meat. Just go outside, light a fire, and throw them in with the straw ropes attached."

The campfire was lit, and all the crabs went inside.

Flames licked at the crab's shell, and by the time the straw rope was burned through, the crab was roasted to death.

The crab shells were covered in wood ash, which, after being blown off, revealed a bright red sheen. The aroma of crab roe mixed with the smell of the sea wafted out, making one's mouth water.

Prawns and conch are even simpler; you just need to boil them.

Hu Shunzi's stomach rumbled as he smelled the aroma: "Is this okay? I'm hungry."

It was already past closing time, and the weather was cold; the workers were indeed hungry after working all afternoon.

Qian Jin lifted the pot lid.

The aroma of steamed oysters with garlic and vermicelli bursts out with a "whoosh".

In the white mist, the oyster meat was so tender it shone, the minced garlic was golden, and the vermicelli was soaked with juice, making it crystal clear.

"Let's get started!" Qian Jin shouted, and everyone immediately gathered around.

Without chopsticks or spoons, everyone used their hands, then grimaced and blew hard on their fingers as they burned themselves.

Qian Jin chuckled.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Hu Shunzi rolled up the sleeves of his thermal underwear to insulate his hands, grabbed an oyster, blew on it, and then sucked the oyster, broth and all, into his mouth in one gulp.

He was panting from the heat, licking the meat with his tongue, and only after swallowing did he mumble, "Delicious! It's fucking delicious!"

"Captain Qian, you're amazing! What kind of way is this? This is the first time I've ever eaten oysters like this. There's no fishy smell at all, just pure fragrance!"

"These glass noodles smell amazing! Damn, guys, these glass noodles are even better than oysters!"

Wang Hao broke open a roasted crab, and the crab roe was oozing oil.

He dipped his finger in the water and put it in his mouth, smacking his lips: "Crabs are still the best."

Qiu Dayong was even more aggressive, grabbing a large shrimp and chewing it shell and all, crunching it down as he ate, nodding as he said, "That's awesome!"

Qian Jin realized he couldn't be afraid of getting burned, so he had no choice but to grab the oysters and eat them.

After the first batch of oysters is steamed, start the second batch.

Liu Jinshan bought a lot of seafood. Qian Jin picked out the biggest ones, whether it was oysters, crabs, conch, or shrimp, to bring to Wei Qinghuan later.

"Captain Qian, you're a piece of shit!" Hu Shunzi never thought before he spoke.

Qian Jin sneered: "If you had a wife like mine, you'd really eat her shit!"

Everyone burst into laughter and continued to eat heartily.

The firelight illuminated their faces, which were shiny with oil and beaming with joy.

We enjoyed the meal very much.

Once you have the first meal, you'll have the second.

The next day, Wang Hao brought two lamb legs...

Seeing that both deputy captains had performed well, Qian Jin felt he couldn't be stingy, so on the third day he brought some plump sausages to grill.

Hu Shunzi, his mouth glistening with oil, said, "Wait for me. In a couple of days, another passenger ship from the American imperialists will arrive in our Jia Port. They'll definitely be holding a ghost market then. I'll go get some steaks, and you can wait to eat them."

Qian Jin was taken aback: "Another American ship is here? Are you sure they're running a ghost market?"

Liu Jinshan also knew about this and said, "The Angel passenger ship from the West Coast comes every February and holds a ghost market. This year's ghost market will be very lively and there will be a lot of things."

Qian Jin nodded thoughtfully.

The last time he tried to enter the Ghost Market, things suddenly went wrong, and Song Hongbing interfered again, so he didn't gain much from the Ghost Market.

This time, with another ghost market, he'll have to really mess things up.

really.

Two days later, a large ship flying the Stars and Stripes docked, and then a thunderous rock and roll began to rock out with the wind.

Qian Jin stood in the shadows of the dock warehouse, squinting as he examined the ship.

Unlike the previous passenger-cargo ship, this West Coast Angel is a passenger ship, carrying more people. If a ghost market is held here, the scale will be even larger.

As usual, the dock was crowded with workers.

Qian Jin casually pulled aside an older worker and asked, "Comrade, I heard this ship is going to host a ghost market? I'm a new worker..."

“Captain Qian, you’re a new worker, but you have plenty of old rascals under you. Just ask them,” the old worker laughed.

Qian Jin chuckled awkwardly, "You still recognize me?"

“You are a prominent figure in Jiagang. Our unit calls on everyone to learn from you. We read the newspaper to learn about your glorious deeds at every study session. How could we not know you?” the old worker said casually.

Then he got back to the point: "This ship will definitely host a ghost market, full of rare goods that foreigners are trading."

Qian Jin nodded, starting to make plans in his mind.

When the passenger ship lowers its ladder at dusk, the ghost market opens.

The ghost market on the West Coast Angel is relatively cautious; it's not held during the day, only at night.

Qian Jin followed the crowd inside and took a look; this time the scale was indeed larger than the last one.

The lower deck was filled with stalls, not only run by white people but also by Black and Latino people.

This is very rare.

Qian Jin estimates that racial discrimination is still rampant in the United States these days.

The stalls sell everything imaginable: men's and women's clothing, coats and shoes, food and general merchandise, cigarettes, alcohol, candy and tea, daily necessities, books and stationery, and several stalls even sell radios, tape recorders and televisions!

Because the West Coast Angel's ghost market is a routine event, many people have prepared in advance money, tickets, foreign exchange certificates, and various supplies to exchange.

Qian Jin was surprised to see silver dollars, jade snuff bottles, and gold and silver jewelry—items he also needed.

This made him lose interest in American goods.

He was interested in the workers' goods.

How could he possibly get something from the workers?
Very simple.

Pretending to be an American to set up a stall!
This is very simple.

The costumes in the store not only feature Asian figures but also white and black figures, with the white figures mostly featuring that idiot Trump.

Qian Jin bought a Trump hood and put it on. After putting on the blond wig, he immediately said, "Nobody knows it better than me!"

Nobody knows better than me!
The clothes also need to be matched.

A wrinkled suit, a wool sweater, a shirt underneath, a tie, sunglasses, and leather shoes.

Live together.

Fortunately, the ghost market was held at night, and he blended in discreetly into the crowd, so no one noticed that this foreign devil had sneaked in from outside.

Qian Jin brought a lot of things.

His mission this time was very important. He not only had to make money, tickets, gold, silver, and old items, but also had to sell off his stock.

Small items such as windproof lighters, sunglasses, belts, watches, pipes, toothpaste, toothbrushes, razors, wallets, etc.

He sells large items such as radios, tape recorders, pressure cookers, umbrellas, clocks, and alarm clocks.

He'll sell as long as the price is about right.

He needed to dump these goods in the coastal city so that when he brought out the same products again, it wouldn't attract attention.

Even if someone notices and asks him, he can explain it away by saying that he got it by going to the Ghost Market.

He was the captain of the Jiagang Transport Team of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. So when the ghost market was held in Jiagang, wasn't it perfectly normal for him to buy some things?

The ship's hold was dark and damp, filled with a mixture of engine oil, tobacco, and cheap perfume.

Along the narrow aisle, foreign vendors set up makeshift stalls, some masked, some wearing hats, some smoking pipes—all sorts of people.

Qian Jin lowered his hat brim and, mimicking a foreigner's accent, shouted in broken English, "Goods! Good, good!"

No one doubted him.

He found a corner, opened the sack, and poured out a bunch of things!

A worker passing by looked in the beam of his flashlight and stared in disbelief: "So much stuff? How much? Do you have a translator?"

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Me, translator, no one understands Chinese better than me, YES, comrade, I understand!"

When the surrounding workers saw that he had a lot of good stuff and that he spoke Chinese, more than a dozen people immediately surrounded him.
"what is this?"

"You have a tape recorder here? What can I trade for it?"

"Hey, he has a big TV here, a Japanese big TV, there are only a few in the whole seaside these days!"

Qian Jin nodded: "YES, YES, TV, television, good television!"

"How do we change it?!" the workers asked with interest.

Qian Jin grinned and held up one finger: "Money! Food coupons! Meat coupons! All-OK! All OK!"

Immediately, the transaction proceeded in full swing.

He kept showing off the products he had on hand:
"Lighter, not afraid of the wind, can be filled with kerosene and reused repeatedly, see below, can be filled with kerosene..."

"Swiss watches, Swiss watches, only one hundred yuan..."

"This is a Swiss Army knife, this is a German belt, this is a French hair clip, and this is an Italian razor. They're all for sale, and at a bargain price..."

The workers emptied their pockets, stuffing all the grain and meat coupons they had saved up over the past six months into Qian Jin's hands; some even slammed their wallets on the table.

"I want that tape recorder!"

Qian Jin was in a flurry of activity as he made the deal with them.

A windproof lighter costs five yuan, a belt costs ten yuan, large sunglasses cost ten yuan, and a box of five pens with English lettering only costs twenty yuan.

Business is booming.

The most popular item was the tape recorder; he even traded one for a gold bracelet.

This gold bracelet is quite heavy, weighing at least 20 grams!
The television set was the most attractive item, but the workers dared not touch it.

Because this thing is too expensive, and we can't try it out right now, what if we take it home, plug it in, and find that it doesn't work?
This has happened several times before.

Fortunately, Qian Jin didn't intend to make his main profit from selling televisions; he mainly used them as a gimmick to attract workers to come and see his goods.

He has a lot of good stuff here; once someone comes, they're guaranteed to stay, and the chances of a sale are extremely high.

In particular, his light bulbs sell very well; they are all energy-saving bulbs, costing only one yuan each.

The goods, which were originally expected to sell for half an evening, were sold out in just over half an hour.

Qian Jin didn't linger and quickly plunged into the crowd to go with the flow. After wandering around in the crowd for a while, he followed the main group and left the lower deck.

He walked close to the warehouse, making several turns to monitor his surroundings. Once he was sure no one was following him, he found a corner, took off his hood, and changed his clothes.

There's a heavy feeling of returning to the human world.

The bag was heavy because of the large amount of stuff it had acquired; there were no large items inside, just money, tickets, and small things, which weighed it down.

He tested the weight.

Yes, an excellent harvest!

(End of this chapter)