Wang Qiqi had analyzed the market, concluding that 80% of people couldn't afford white rice. Over the past half month, he and Zhao Shupi had essentially split these people between them, along with some of the middle-class bureaucrats and workers, plus a few wealthy individuals and people who went out salvaging every day—there was virtually no one else left in the district.
Now Zhao Shupi had gathered the last group of people under his command, and Wang Qiqi truly couldn't think of anything else to do, but he always felt that Jing Shu had a solution.
Wang Qiqi looked at Jing Shu nervously, afraid that she would just shrug helplessly.
Fortunately, Jing Shu just squinted her eyes and after a while said, "You owe me a big favor for this one."
"Ah, absolutely, definitely," Wang Qiqi wiped his sweat with relief. There was hope!
What could Jing Shu do?
