The elderly woman took a step forward in response to her gaze, bent over obsequiously, and said with a smile: "Comrade, I'm so old now, I'm not a bad person."
Age has nothing to do with whether someone is bad or not; rather, the older a person is, the shrewder they become. However, Zhou Jiao had no intention of arguing with the other party, so she simply nodded with a blank expression, "What do you want?"
"Would you like some large lobsters?"
Zhou Jiao couldn't ignore her inner irritation, frowned, and shook her head, "Speculation and profiteering will get you caught, old woman, you'd better not make mistakes."
"Hey, comrade. Don't worry, my courtyard is just ahead. Do you want it for thirty cents a pound? They all weigh over a pound each."
Hearing this, Zhou Jiao was even more scared, and threw out a sentence before walking away, "I see you're old, it's not easy for you, but if you keep pestering me, I'll shout for help."
