At this moment, the dejected middle-aged man was standing wobbly in front of a small stall situated at the corner of the street.
It's odd to say, but most vendors would set up their stalls right on the sidewalk, eager to attract more passing pedestrians to stop and look.
But this one was different, choosing to set up in a corner. And he was dressed meticulously in a suit and shoes, looking just like an office worker in a commercial building; moreover, his stall was also rather peculiar—with a simple wooden table, on the left side of which lay a laptop, and on the other side, three rows of mobile phones, making it seem like he was selling second-hand phones.
After the middle-aged man approached, the suited vendor offered him a few words with a beaming smile.
"Bullshit, when is anything in this world that easy? If money was so easy to make, would I be suffering like this?"
With that, the middle-aged man cursed out loud, turning around and preparing to leave.
