As the crowd ahead slowly decreased, Zhou Jiao finally followed everyone's steps inside.
Inside, everywhere was filled with noise and people shouting prices. People were snatching up items, especially clothes and shoes; other counters were less crowded. But with clothing and shoes, regardless of the season, there was always something, which was truly rare.
Squeezed by the crowd to the point of tears, Zhou Jiao still clung tightly to Zhang Guoqing.
Her eyes fixed on the smocks, shirts, vests with missing buttons or mismatched patterns, and fabrics in front of her. Though the leather shoes were said to be defective, they were all good items.
An old lady next to her had just bought two pairs, and the quality looked quite good.
Zhou Jiao didn't bother to think about the price and immediately shouted, "Ten large men's and women's shirts, ten smocks, twenty vests, two sets of men's and women's raincoats, two packs of towels and handkerchiefs."
