"How much for this condom?"
"One hundred and twenty thousand."
"Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy. Humanity is on the brink of extinction, what's the use of money anymore?"
"You're right. If humanity's about to be wiped out, why would I still need a condom?"
Spitting fiercely, the man returned to his vehicle with his wife, lining up to leave the city.
The street vendor didn't care, carrying his sales box and knocking on each car window: "Drinks, peanuts, mineral water, cellphones, ice cream, sanitary condoms. Gasoline, diesel, vegetable oil, classics, novels, new evening papers~"
"Give me this morning's newspaper," a car window rolled down.
"Sure," the vendor took out a roll and handed it over: "Two hundred thousand."
"...Are you doing business with the Yama King's messengers or what?"
"Humanity is on the brink of extinction, what's the use of money anymore?"
