Sun Fei's shrewd little eyes darted around. He suddenly flashed Chen Momo a grin. "Boss Chen, your sour cabbage fish window is booming. You must have made a fortune lately, haven't you?"
Chen Momo looked at him impassively and said nothing.
Feigning difficulty, Sun Fei continued, "Boss Chen, I'll be honest with you. I do know a few people at the munitions factory, so getting you a couple of bulletproof vests is no problem. But the price won't be cheap..."
Chen Momo instantly caught his underlying meaning—seeing how well her business was doing, he wanted to fleece her. If she showed any desperation to buy the vests from him, she would fall right into his trap.
She wasn't that stupid.
So, she deliberately put on an air of indifference and chuckled. "No worries. Since it's hard to get bulletproof vests here, I'll go look elsewhere. I know quite a few people who can get their hands on them anyway."
With that, she turned to leave.
