Yi Fang Ranna has never been out of the country (crossed out)

With Fang Ran's shallow cognition that he had never lived in a foreign country and didn't know anything about economics, he always thought that even if there was such a thing as an exchange rate, it would only be involved in cross-border trade.

So all kinds of currencies should be about the same in their own countries, and a pound in England is equivalent to a dollar in China.

But after seeing that a bag of bread in front of him was only 70 pence and 0.7 pounds, what monetary value, national wealth, productivity level, and inflation rolled through in my mind without understanding at all, and I thought very plainly about my own at least three or four dollars for a loaf of bread in the capital.

Fang Ran suddenly felt that he was holding a 'huge sum of money',

He looked at the shelves in front of him, and the simple mark was a price that he could recognize in plastic English, most of which were small numbers of a few tenths of a year, a few points, a few points,

A loaf of bread is 0.7 pounds, which means that you can buy 10 pounds and have 3 pounds left...

(°Д°！ Are prices so low in the UK!?

That's right

Contrary to the impression of the imperial capital of the British Empire, the prices in London supermarkets are unexpectedly cheap.

You might say that a bag of bread of nearly seven dollars isn't cheap at the exchange rate, but don't forget one thing.

People earn more than you (ruthless eyes)...

Can a bag of bread cost you the same as it does for someone else?

The most ordinary clerk in London also earns 1,500 pounds a month, while the normal average person is about 2,000.

According to the exchange rate of 1:9.5, the conversion into RMB is about 20,000 yuan a month.

You tell me what position this income will be in Huaxia...

And with your current income, how much do you have to spend a month on food...

How's that, you see, that is to say, in London you go to the supermarket twice a week, spend 25 pounds a time, take out 200 pounds a month, and you can eat whatever you want with about one-tenth of your salary, isn't this 'price' low?

In fact, it is exactly like this, not to talk about complex and professional things such as productivity and commodity economy, although people in the British Empire go out to eat a few dozen pounds of small cases, but they spend the cost of eating at home, that is, the Engels coefficient is only 8%.

But even so, why do you always listen to people who have studied in London say that the cost is not low, and you have to save money?

Oh, we'll leave that question for next time,

The most critical question at the moment is,

Fang Ran crouched in front of the supermarket shelf, clutching the only £10, wondering whether he should buy this big bag of sesame bread for only 60 pence, or a big bag of meat floss bread next to him for 90 pence.

As for the £1.2 three-slice ham sandwich on top of my head...

That was not in his mind.

Suddenly feeling an unprecedented realistic experience, Fang Ran, who was in the middle of the entanglement, suddenly felt a little distracted, thinking about the problem he was suffering about now, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Really, a few days ago, he was still dying in high-end ingredients such as king crab and bluefin tuna, but now he is squatting in the corner of the supermarket and hesitating for the price difference of a few dollars.

It feels like I've changed back to my old self...

From the participant who has what does the [Chuangpai] want to fall back to the ordinary person who is even worried about food, Fang Ran, who thinks so, laughs, and gets rid of the previous panic and loss from the night battle world and falls back to the real world Looking at the supermarket he was in, he obviously just returned to the same as before, but there was a new feeling,

Then he put the 90p pat of meat floss back on the shelf, picked up the most ordinary pack of white bread on the side, which cost only 55p, and went to find the one he needed.

Speaking of which, the last time I came to the supermarket, I came with my senior sister...

Walking through the shelves, Fang Ran looked for the next thing he wanted to buy, looking at the fruit section where there were basically bags of various fruits for one pound, and the first thing that came to mind in this kind of retail label that belonged to his daily category was Xia Yao's figure.

I don't know what she's doing now, senior sister, ah... Oops...

There was an accident in this national war, and I was going back to be trained by Xiao Ran again...

Passing by Evian, who was discounting six bottles of 3 pounds, and lifting a bottle of unknown mineral water that cost only 17 pence for 2L, Fang Ran had a headache and thought that this time he didn't explain to Fang Xiaoran about not being at school.

Never mind...

But in the end, Fang Ran looked at the bread and water in his hands, walked to the exit and sighed as he was ready to pay the bill.

Before you worry about going back to training, you have to find a way to go back...

Then thinking like this, he walked to the cashier at the exit of the supermarket, but there were not many people queuing at this time in the morning, so Fang Ran chose a no-one mouth and walked over and took out the contents of the shopping basket.

"I want this... Uh, that.. I...”

Wait, what do you want to say to people when you pay the bills, I don't seem to have learned it in class before...

Just when Fang Ran was in a daze for two seconds, and found that he didn't know how to say the conversation when paying the bill, and he thought that it should be okay if he didn't say it, the figure behind the cashier quickly settled everything, and his voice was crisp and cheerful:

"Two packs of white bread from Farmhouse, two bottles of Nestle mineral water, a total of 1.44 pounds."

"Oh-oh, thank you..."

Subconsciously handed over 10 pounds, Fang Ran said stunned, and then after getting the change of 8 pounds and 56 pence, he stared at the familiar figure in front of him wearing the uniform of a supermarket employee and was silent.

"That's... I said, Senior Sister Tang Bing, what are you doing here? ”

Different from the domestic treatment, Tang Bing, who was sitting behind the cash register, had already changed into a uniform with short sleeves, and when she heard Fang Ran ask this, she should answer:

"I'm working here."

Then you'll tell me you don't know where the supermarket is!

As if feeling the speechlessness in Fang Ran's eyes and the prevarication that he had been afraid to avoid before, Tang Bing puffed out one cheek with some weakness and embarrassment, and then changed the topic and coughed and hurriedly asked with concern:

"Ahem, senior, do you only buy these two things, eh, what are you buying so much bread for?"

"Because I can eat, there's one person left behind here to learn to save money."

Fang Ran rolled his eyes and replied truthfully, and then while Tang Bing hurriedly and enthusiastically stretched the bag for him to make up for the merits and put the things in, he asked casually with a little annoyance at this genuine junior:

"Aren't you here to be an exchange student, what are you doing here?"

"Because I don't want to eat dirt."

Well? Eating dirt?

Isn't it cheap?

Listening to the melancholy on her bitter face was a little strange, but she didn't ask much, Fang Ran, who couldn't stand the rumbling in her stomach, just wanted to find a place to kill a bag of bread directly,

But before leaving, Fang Ran still remembered another important thing, and looked at this schoolgirl who he had never met before but met by chance on the streets of London.

"Oh, by the way, junior, do you know where to sell blankets?"

Sitting behind the cash register, the bright-eyed girl blinked and pointed to a place and replied:

"I know, senior, you can find it if you go over there."

...

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Located on the high latitudes of the Northern Hemisphere, London's October days are short and nights are long.

In the city of Westminster, in the dim and ancient yellow, countless gears inside the Elizabeth Tower turn, so that the huge hands on the dial point to the moment VII,

The sky was darkened, and the endless darkness came in.

A whole metropolis has completed its day's 'work', the normal subway buses have walked down without knowing how many people who live here, and the street lamps on the British-style streets are lit up.

It's not a warm high-rise building, but a remote rooftop in the city, surrounded by cheap blankets, watching the golden lights gradually illuminate the bustling city of London in the distance in the coming night...

After completing the two goals of securing economic resources and securing food sources, it took an afternoon to find this place with a roof piled up with all kinds of debris, barely able to replace a tent to protect from the wind, in a very dilapidated urban area in the East End of London, as a solution to the third goal of securing shelter.

By the way, this cheapest blanket is £8.

Fang Ran, who currently had 56 pence left in his assets, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he ate the last slice of bread in this packet.

, fortunately I didn't buy that expensive one...

And this dry bread is really worth the price...

Seriously, at the moment when he experienced the purchasing power of the pound and searched the mall and couldn't find a blanket cheaper than £8, Fang Ran's mood was only...

┬─┬、(£Д*)Capitalism is evil!

The roof of this building is not open to ordinary people except for the door, and it is a small space supported by the broken tables and broken chairs next to it from the roof next to it by taking advantage of the dark night, and there is still a bag of bread and water left underneath.

Securing financial resources, securing food, securing shelter, and being incapacitated and having nothing is suddenly teleported to London, and finally achieves the primary goal of surviving in the city for the time being.

Fang Ran tightened the blanket, looking at the night in London and had a headache, what to do next.

He wasn't sure if Shui Linlang didn't know that he was in London now, and he didn't know what kind of force the people who were chasing him were, so he rashly went to the embassy or something like that to return to China in a real-world way.

Fang Ran didn't know if he could return to Huaxia safely.

And the way to fight the world at night, he can't contact any participants who can help him, and either way,

As long as the A-class upper position that gave me a sense of death that night appeared, it was basically all cool.

"There's not enough information...."

No matter what is currently known, it is overwhelmingly too little, from the national war was suddenly thrown to London, for a while did not know what action to take Fang Ran sighed and muttered to himself, sweeping the streets outside the rooftop railing,

There are still a lot of people, and it's not yet time to go out and go out to fight.

Then he rolled himself into a caterpillar with a blanket, and got into the 'tent' he had set up little by little, and Fang Ran, who had no clue about the next fourth goal of 'finding a way to return to Huaxia', decided to sleep for a while and wake up at night before thinking about this problem.

After a day of wandering in a foreign country without a language barrier, the tiredness of not having a good rest came rushing at this moment, and the tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.

The London survival adventure at the beginning of the hell difficulty, he finally spent the first day,

Memories of the day when the pound and English were on the streets flashed back to my mind, and after a day of running for survival, the last thought before falling asleep was a weak white eye.

I knew...

At that time, Veronica's package was promised...