C162 The Bed Was Not Enough
Lounging with his legs crossed, humming a tune, Ye Chen was savoring his barbecue and sipping on his Coke. In the span of a meal, he had managed to sell some sand and clay, and even cleverly offloaded a few leftover "dishes" at a premium. His profit? Over 1,000 Island Coins.
"Ming'er, how's our inventory of clay and sand?" Even after closing a sale
