Gu'er had been racking her brain about the market stall, but even after they sold most of their goods in Harbin and returned to the city, she still hadn't come up with a solution. After all, she'd only been to the Soviet Union once and had only learned a few phrases of the language from Dingzi. 'How could I possibly have a plan?'
"Alright, stop thinking about it. If we don't have a stall, we don't have a stall," Li Zhi said. "Besides, didn't Wen Bin promise to get us one? So what if the location is a bit remote? Even without a stall, haven't we been doing just fine?"
Li Zhi understood what was on Gu'er's mind. But if he, Sun Jiaming, and Dingzi—three grown men—couldn't do anything about it, what could Gu'er possibly do? Thinking too much about it would only be frustrating.
"Yeah, we're making money this way too."
Dingzi chimed in with a rare word of comfort. After these last two trips, every one of them had made a good chunk of money—so much more than before.
