Lin Xue and Zhang Yuan arrived at the brick factory, and the old guard ran out as soon as he saw strangers.
"Comrades, who are you looking for?" Since the brick factory had workers' dormitories, people coming to look for someone was a common occurrence.
"Sir, we're here to buy some bricks. Who should we talk to?" Lin Xue spoke, her attitude particularly nice.
Immediately, Zhang Yuan offered the guard a cigarette.
The old guard took a puff of the cigarette, his eyes squinting with pleasure.
Seeing this, Lin Xue signaled to Zhang Yuan, who understood instantly and stuffed the remaining pack of cigarettes into the guard's pocket.
The guard only resisted slightly before accepting it; he couldn't resist since it was so enjoyable to smoke.
