Zhao Wusheng led us to a stall selling barbecued sausages and asked, "Where are the tickets?"
The vendor was wearing a shiny black hat, the original color of which could no longer be seen. He looked up at Zhao Wusheng and took out a ticket from his pocket.
Zhao Wusheng took it, looked at it, took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the vendor.
Zhang Yujie was bored and took a sausage from the stall to eat. The vendor looked at him and said, "Now I need to add an extra dollar."
"Fuck, I gave you a hundred yuan, but I still need money to eat your sausage?" Zhang Yujie cursed with dissatisfaction.[
"Do you know how difficult it is to find a ticket at short notice? It costs a hundred or less!" The vendor was also angry.
"Do you fucking know who we are?" Zhang Yujie threw the sausage on the ground. The sausage rolled around and became dirty in an instant.
I could understand the anger and depression in Zhang Yujie's heart at this moment, so I didn't stop him and let him go on his own.
"I don't care who you are, but this is a train station!" the vendor suddenly shouted, and dozens of vendors selling various snacks suddenly stood up in unison and looked over here.
Turns out they are in the same group!
"Damn, it's amazing how many people there are. I just have itchy hands, come on!" Zhang Yujie scolded angrily.
At this time, not only the small vendors, but also some wandering newspaper sellers, scalpers, and beggars stopped and looked over.
"Calm down." Zhao Wusheng didn't know whether he said this to the hawker or Zhang Yujie: "It won't be good for anyone if it gets too big. Let's go."
After saying that, he stopped saying anything and turned around and walked towards the station gate. Zhang Yujie and I followed closely behind.
Zhao Wusheng said as he walked: "Do you still have the bank card I gave you with you? When you get there, you can spend whatever you want. I will keep transferring money into it."
"Yeah." Zhang Yujie responded again.
After passing through the hall and reaching the platform, the train was already waiting. Passengers were getting on the train in a steady stream, and conductors were guarding every door.
Zhao Wusheng looked at the ticket, confirmed the train number and carriage, and then led us over. Zhao Wusheng gave the ticket to Zhang Yujie, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Get in the car and take a nap first. No matter how long you sleep, as long as