“What dream? Tell it to me.” Abel’s voice sounded somewhat nervous.

“I dreamt that I was beneath a deep cliff, unable to find you, and when I called you, the call wouldn’t go through.”

Abel fell silent for a moment before asking, “What does that mean?”

“How should I know?” Emmeline said: “But, Abel, does it mean that one day, I won’t be able to find you?”

“That won’t happen, Emma. I’m here, and I’ll always be here.”

Emmeline only had one lesson the following day, so she took half a day off and boarded the bus to the city.

Paul’s words had been lingering in her mind. She pondered that starting a clothing business might be good idea.

She went to the department store and explored a newly established commercial pedestrian street.

The city’s department store had once been so magnificent, but now it was desolate and quiet, and the once haughty salespeople were now gathered in small groups, snacking and chatting.

the topic of employees voluntarily renting stalls and

the department store’s entrance were

person was surnamed Chester, and she noted down the

pedestrian street, shops lined up in a row. Clothing, shoes,

and observed, entering a few clothing stores, pretending

began to have

the city’s long-distance bus station. A large group of people had gathered at the corner of the intersection, and it seemed like they were in the midst of a fight, with

believe he’s trying to scam people!

“Smash it!”

If you don’t pay, we’ll smash

all over

Stop

conscience. I can’t authenticate whether these antiques are real or fake. We’re doing a cash-on-delivery deal. If I sell it at a loss, I’ll admit it, and if you buy it at a loss, you should admit it too. Moreover, if you can buy a genuine antique for sixty bucks and later sell it for 1.8

for three bucks each in the

it! Beat

Crash, bang, clatter!

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