Any business is afraid of no one paying attention. At this stage, the black pit has not yet reached the point where it needs to compete for customers like after 2017. Once the accounts are understood, there are plenty of people who covet the black pit fishing ground business, which can make money just by lying down.
"What about the Oil House? What should we do?"
"Diao Changhe has been temporarily settled. In the short term, Oil House can continue to operate. Camphor balls are not as effective as diammonium! Doesn't Lang Junfeng like to play dirty tricks? I'll let him taste an even nastier one!"
Zhang Yang slightly narrowed his eyes. The nastier tactics were already prepared in his mind!
"Diammonium? Isn't that fertilizer? Can it be used to ruin a spot?" Hearing this, Old Zhao and Wang Jun exchanged a glance, both hearing it for the first time.
