Chapter 184

"We don't need..."

Ichiro Kenike wanted to buy matches, but he didn't have any francs of this world with him.

He wanted to refuse to buy matches and then take off his clothes and put them on the little girl, but Wang Quan didn't wait for him to finish and waved him off.

Then he looked at the little girl and asked, "How much is a box?"

The little girl hesitated for a long time, then whispered, "Only ten... centimes... Sir, only ten centimes."

Ten centimes, that is, a tenth of a franc.

In this world, the franc was worth much more than in the other world.

Under normal circumstances, a four-pound loaf cost three centimes. In Paris, it was five centimes.

But France had been dry for two years. As a result, the lack of fodder and food caused by the drought led to large-scale slaughter of livestock. As a result, France's farmland, which was mainly fertilized by livestock excrement, was not fertile enough and was left idle.

As a result, a few months ago in the summer, there was a hailstorm that destroyed a large number of crops.

Now, winter was extremely cold.

According to what Wang Quan and the rest had learned along the way, a four-pound loaf of bread was now being sold for eight centimeters.

In Paris, it was twelve centimes.

And the price of matches was two boxes of one centimes.

The little girl's asking price was clearly twenty times higher.

In France, if you had a decent job, your annual income was nine hundred francs.

If you were a poor civilian family, your annual income was about twenty-seven francs.

A four-pound loaf weighed less than four pounds (more than 450 grams per pound).

If a family of three ate a four-pound loaf of bread every two days …

Then eighty percent of their income had to be spent on bread.

And this was a family of commoners who lived in Paris and could afford to eat every meal.

The price of the little girl's box of matches was enough for such a family to eat for two days.

Wang Quan and Ichiro Kenike looked at each other.

The corner of Ichiro Kenike's eye twitched slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

The same was true for Wang Quan.

He didn't look at Ichiro Kenike again. Instead, he asked the little girl, "How many matches do you have?"

Looking at the beautiful black-haired boy who was about the same age as her but dressed neatly and had no smell, the little girl shrank her neck and subconsciously took two steps back, as if she didn't want him to smell her rancid body.

"Twenty, no, fifteen boxes..."

"I see."

Wang Quan nodded, grabbed a small cloth bag behind his back, and threw it into the girl's basket. "Here are fifty francs, I'll buy them all."

The little girl's lips, which had turned blue from the cold, subconsciously formed an O shape.

Fifty francs?!

That was two years' income for a family!

Was this luxuriously dressed boy really not lying?

Or was he a noble young master who had snuck out from somewhere to play?

If it weren't for the man who looked like a bodyguard here, she would have him.

If it wasn't for the man who looked like a bodyguard, she would have knocked the boy out and robbed him of all his money.

"Ahem." Kenichi Ichiro coughed dryly. "Young Master, I didn't pay the right amount."

"Ahem." The little girl pursed her thin purple lips and tightened the basket.

The little girl pursed her thin purple lips and tightened her grip on the basket.

She planned to turn around and run.

This money... was enough for her family to survive through the winter.

And they could survive next year as well.

But before she could put her thoughts into action, she heard the beautiful nobleman's words.

"Yes! I didn't give enough! Tsk, I'm really bad at math. "

Wang Quan took out another fifty francs and threw it into the girl's basket. Then he took off his long trench coat, shoes, and socks.

Then he snapped his fingers.

Ichiro Kenike didn't say anything and picked up the little girl from behind.

"What are you doing?! Let me go! Sir! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have lied to you! Please don't break my legs! I have to go to work tomorrow! "

Wang Quan and Wang Xian did not say a word.

He grabbed the little girl's kicking feet and put his cashmere socks and shoes on her feet.

After that, Ichiro Kenike put her down.

Wang Quan put the trench coat on her and said, "I don't have enough money. These clothes and socks can be counted as money."

Then he reached into the basket and grabbed about five or six boxes of matches. Then he told Ichiro Kenike to turn around and run away.

Only the little girl was left standing in the same place, staring at their backs.

After a while, she drew a scale on her chest. "May the Grim Reaper bless you, kind young master..."

After praying for Wang Quan, she hurriedly ran to the corner of the street and eagerly opened the sack in her basket to see what was inside.

When she saw that there was indeed a stack of francs inside, a smile subconsciously appeared on her stained face.

Then, she hurriedly stuffed the two sacks into her clothes, where they were stuck to her flesh, and hurriedly ran home.

On the snow, there was only a string of small messy shoe prints.

...

"Kenchi-san, do you think 100 francs is too little?"

Squatting in the corner outside the hotel, Wang Quan was still thinking about what had just happened.

Ichiro Kenike was squatting next to him with a cigarette in his mouth. "100 francs is the family's income for four years."

He roughly told him the information he had checked before.

(Just like the ones above, but with more detail).

"Don't show your wealth. If I wasn't here, that little girl would have robbed you, Quan Ge."

"Have a cigarette." Wang Quan asked Ichiro Kenike for a cigarette and then lit it. "How much do you think the annual income of the upper class in France is?"

"One or two thousand? Thousands? I don't know. "Ichiro Kenike curled his lips." Anyway, the richest person is worth about 200 million.

"France has no money now, and its annual net income is about 60 to 70 million?"

Wang Quan smoked and did not speak.

Fortunately, the weather was cold and snowing, and there were not many people outside.

Otherwise, he would not be squatting here.

Seeing that Wang Quan did not speak, Ichiro Kenike could not help but say, "Quan Ge, calm down! Our business is more important! Don't forget that Wangyue Lin is still waiting for you! Don't complicate the issue! "

"I know, I just feel... quite pitiful." Wang Quan pouted. "I feel a little upset and a little annoyed. Tsk. "

Ichiro Kenike was silent for a few seconds and said, "This is not our world. Every era and world has its own rules, and they will also develop. We just take care of ourselves."

This was the principle of the Hellwalker.

Even if he had left Hell, Ichiro Kenike thought so.

It was not a good thing to complicate the issue.

How to deal with this matter?

After dealing with one, he still had to deal with another?

Eighty-five percent of France were farmers, and ninety-five percent of the farmers were poor peasants.

Should they deal with it?

Could they deal with it?

It would be good enough if they could save Laffertia and the others.

And this was based on the premise that they were sensible and would not cause trouble.

After they settled down, Wang Quan and Ichiro Kenike did not care.

"That's true."

Wang Quan put out his cigarette in the snow, then stood up and walked to a corner.

"Quan Ge, where are you going?"

Wang Quan turned back and said, "What, you want to watch me pee? Do you have such a hobby? "

Ichiro Kenike's face darkened and turned around.

There was the sound of a "high-pressure water gun".

A minute later, there was the rustling sound of trousers, and then the rustling sound of feet stepping on snow.

"Let's go back to sleep."

Ichiro Kenike did not move.

Wang Quan turned back and gave him a puzzled expression.

"What's that?" Ichiro Kenike raised his hand and flashed a cigarette. "I'll go back after I finish smoking. Quan Ge, you go back to sleep."

"But you said not to complicate the issue." Wang Quan put his hands in his pockets and looked at him without moving.

"That's for sure, I definitely won't go." Ichiro Kenike finished his cigarette and followed Wang Quan back to the hotel.

The snowy night outside gradually calmed down.

Twenty minutes later —

Someone was sneaking out of the hotel.

It was Ichiro Kenike.

He looked back at the hotel, gritted his teeth and ran into the darkness.

A minute later, Wang Quan also came out of the hotel.

Looking at the place where the kerosene lamp could not illuminate, Wang Quan cursed. "Pfft! You want me to go back to sleep and you go act cool? What a hypocrite! If anything goes wrong, you still need me to clean up after you! "

Although he was cursing, he was smiling happily.

Without hesitation, Wang Quan also rushed into the darkness.

Next to the window on the third floor, Ksira closed the curtains, shook her head and sighed. "What a hypocritical guy."

She muttered softly, the corners of her mouth curled up.