At the start of the New Year, people in the East Cultural Sphere were immersed in the festive atmosphere, even the warlords had temporarily ceased their conflicts. Yet, some still didn't rest.
In the dark and oppressive warehouse.
Because of the New Year, the food had improved; two salted chicken legs lay in the stainless steel bowl on the ground, yet after 24 hours, they remained untouched.
"What? Not to your taste? Chuchen, look at the time. Don't be so picky, be content. These chicken legs weren't easy for me to get from my uncle."
After severe reprimands, Cai Jian, who fled to Myanmar hoping to change his fate, indeed had a better attitude. He no longer sought pleasure, working even through the New Year, truly diligent.
He kicked the stainless-steel bowl, it tilted, and the chicken legs he placed inside fell out, picking up dust.
Anyway, it was instant food bought outside the factory for five bucks a pack, nothing to fret over.
