"Mr. Hawthorne, when are you going to sell the photos?" Tang Xiaonan asked.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Are you walking?" Tang Xiaonan frowned. 'That's over fifteen miles! Your legs are going to give out.'
Adrian Hawthorne nodded. 'Once I make some money, I'll buy a bicycle. That'll make getting around much easier.'
"You're going to sell *these*?" Jim Thorne found it amusing. "Can you really make money off this stuff? How much can you get for some useless photos?"
"Lots of people are scrambling to buy them! Twenty cents for one, or three for fifty cents!" Tang Xiaonan declared.
Jim Thorne's heart started to pound. 'Whoa, a single piece of paper can sell for twenty cents? People in the city must not be too bright. They have money but don't know enough to buy meat. Why would they buy this useless stuff you can't eat or play with?'
"How much money can you make from this?"
