After examining the spoils, Wang Zhuo frowned, realizing the cell phones were all top-tier counterfeits, and the watches were utter junk—low-grade knockoffs that you could buy two for fifty yuan at a street stall.

There was over three hundred yuan in cash. Half a day ago, Wang Zhuo, with only five yuan to his name, would have been thrilled; but now, being someone who could win the lottery at any moment, he scarcely spared these small bills a glance.

Shaking the banknotes, Wang Zhuo remarked, "Haunted, I saved you a meal budget. Dinner’s on me later."

Liu Donghao grinned and nodded. He knew Wang Zhuo was poor and strapped for cash, yet he never took advantage of anyone. Since Wang Zhuo insisted on using this money for dinner, Liu Donghao dropped the matter of treating him.

Wang Zhuo tucked the PP into his pocket and stomped the few watches into dust with his foot. He hesitated, looking at the seven oddly shaped cell phones scattered on the ground.

In the past, he would have sold them all, but now that money wasn't an issue, these things weren't worth much, and selling them would require leaning on favors—not worth the effort.

Liu Donghao suddenly chuckled