Karl sat down on the ground and said loudly: "Don't go too far. Call me if you have any problems."
"Don't worry, I won't go far." Gu Huaiwei held the knife and wandered around the nearby stalls.
She curiously moved to where there were many people.
There was a tin house with a long queue of people at the door, and barbecue was being sold inside.
There are many rat people helping out in the store.
The air was filled with the smell of coal smoke and charcoal. A chef covered in tumors set up a stove and sold barbecue made from unknown meat.
The charcoal fire sizzled and fat dripped from the meat onto the iron plate.
The rat man with a collar around his neck was responsible for packing the food, and would be whipped if he was slow.
This barbecue is very cheap and you can get a large piece in exchange for a bag of metal scraps.
The people in the queue didn't look like rich people.
Gu Huaiwei also queued up to buy one.
She exchanged it for a nutrient supplement that tasted like an earthworm.
When buying meat, the fat chef covered in tumors muttered, "How strange! They're actually exchanging nutritional supplements for it..."
Gu Huaiwei asked the fat chef what kind of meat it was. The fat chef smiled and told her to try it herself and she would know.
Gu Huaiwei moved closer to the meat and smelled it. In addition to the burnt aroma, there was also a hint of sourness. It looked quite appetizing, but when she smelled it, she found it quite ordinary.
Let it go for now.
Gu Huaiwei was about to leave the butcher shop.
A middle-aged woman, whose skin wrinkles could not be hidden even with heavy makeup, came over.
"Miss, do you want to buy a slave? I have some here brought from the Tenth District. They are guaranteed to be in good health."
Her eyes were very small, like two soybeans. The protective suit on her body was patched, and the exposed corners of her clothes were covered with dirt and oil stains.
There are many slave traders like her on this street.
"No need." Gu Huaiwei turned around and was about to leave.
"These are all leftovers from the toy factory. They're good stuff. Only one hundred gold coins are needed. I guarantee anyone over ten years old can do the work."
"Not interested."
"Fifty! Fifty is fine!" The slave trader hurriedly stood in front of Gu Huaiwei.
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