Chapter 990 Bazaar (2/2)

not count how many billion.

Needless to say, this was the Cecil coin.

Li Du smiled bitterly. The inflation rate of the Cecil coin was quite a feeble joke.

There was no local market for Cecil coins, and the old vendor sat with his head down

and his arms around his stomach, looking very sad.

Li Du turned to him and asked, ”How would I exchange these?”

The old man blinked, opened his mouth and mumbled a few words which Li Du did not

understand.

Remonin said, ”He is hungry. He sneaked in from Cecil to get something to eat

because, in Cecil, money doesn't buy food.”

Cecil, once Africa's breadbasket, has turned into a land of famine because of a severe

drought.

Li Du waved to Godzilla, who always had food in his backpack.

When the big man approached, the old black vendor was startled and fell on his knees.

He wouldn't have believed it if someone had told him such a thing could happen. In

many parts of Africa, people had no human rights. They lived like livestock, and poverty

eroded morals and compassion.

Li Du opened Godzilla's backpack, took out a packet of dried mutton and handed it to

the old man. Then he took one of the valueless banknotes and put it in his wallet as a

souvenir.

The old man took the dried meat and smelled it. He held it in his arms excitedly and

smiled. He took all the notes and gave them all to Li Du, and left at once.

Li Du was surprised, ”He gave me all his money.”

Remonin said, ”It's worse than waste paper. It's only good for starting a fire.”

The lion hunter added, ”If you go to the bank, all this is not worth a dollar. Of course, no

bank would take it.”

Cecil's government was not going to print money, and not due to an attempt to control

domestic inflation. It was just that printing money required paper, electricity, and ink,

none of which the government could afford.

A boy carrying a box came to Li Du and said, ”Hey, roast bananas. Tasty roast

bananas. Want roast bananas?”

Li Du held up the Cecil coin and asked, ”How much do I get for this?”

The boy shook his head. ”Don't this, want that.”

He gestured at Li Du's chest, where he had a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt.

”You can get meat for sunglasses, give you this meat.” Another vendor patted the dark

red meat on the chopping board in front of him with his greasy black hand.

The young man cried out, ”Mine is traveler's bananas. Who wants your stinking meat?”

Mozambique was warmer than South Africa, being closer to the equator. In September,

a piece of meat would certainly spoil outside very quickly.

Li Du retreated. The young man looked at Godzilla again. ”Traveler bananas, deliciously

roasted bananas. Exchange with your sunglasses, can I?”

Godzilla looked at him suspiciously and said, ”Are you sure? My sunglasses are too big

for you.”

The boy said, ”One day, I'll be as tall as you.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Godzilla took off his sunglasses and gave them to the boy,

receiving the box in exchange.

”Can a banana be roasted?” wondered Li Du.

Brother Wolf said, ”The name is misleading. Traveler's banana is not really a banana,

it's a root with water storage capacity.”

Godzilla didn't care. He ate like a pig.