Walking Fifty Thousand, huh?_1

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Luo Zhun experienced a moment of panic, but he quickly regained his composure, looking at Tang Feng with confusion.

"Haha, I was just joking."

Tang Feng waved his hand dismissively, "I saw you taking so many photos of buildings and roads, and even sketching and scribbling in your notebook, I thought you might be a spy."

Luo Zhun's face changed again, "Haha, you are really humorous. Where are there so many spies?"

"That's true. I heard that reporting a spy can get you a reward of five hundred thousand. If you were a walking half a million, then I'd be rich," Tang Feng said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Perspiration appeared on Luo Zhun's forehead, and a trace of panic could be seen in his demeanor, "Friend, I really have an urgent matter. Can you just tell me what you want?"

"Actually, it's nothing much, just that my friend wants to meet you," Tang Feng said with an innocuous smile.