By the time you stepped through the door, the carriage was teeming with people, packed so tightly it felt like being in a sardine can.,He kept an eye on Cheng Qianfan's back as he walked in, making sure there was nothing unusual, while raising his voice and shouting at a passenger with a long face, "I bought a four-dollar silver ticket. At most, I can ride to Father Jinshen!","Team leader, I'm going downstairs to buy some cigarettes," Ding Naifei said. He had several cigarette butts at his feet and was out of smokes; his nicotine cravings were kicking in.。