Screech!
The car door opened, the sports car came to a halt, and the young man got out with two cartons of Soft Chung Hwa cigarettes in hand.
"Bro, I only admire you!" the young man said with a smile.
He handed the two cartons of Soft Chung Hwa to Zhang Xiaohao.
"In that case, I won't be polite." Zhang Xiaohao replied.
He took the cigarettes and casually tossed them into the cargo space of the electric tricycle.
"Hey bro, is this electric tricycle of yours for sale?" the young man asked.
"Hehe." Zhang Xiaohao chuckled lightly.
"Bro, what's so funny? Name your price, ten thousand or twenty thousand is not a problem," said the young man.
"You can't afford it!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed happily.
"Hahaha..." The young man laughed along.
"You're not bad, I like the look of you. Since I took your cigarettes, I have a pack for you too!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
With that, he pulled out a pack of Big Panda cigarettes from his pocket and tossed it over.
