Upon hearing Huang Yusheng's question.
Zhao Shitou was about to explain when someone nearby interjected:
"Hey there, little brother, judging by what you said, you haven't stayed in the city much before, huh?
Let me tell you.
Whether it's housing allocation or grain distribution.
For folks like us, we have to wait until all the big shots and cronies have had their fill first."
Huang Yusheng and Zhao Shitou both turned their heads to look, only to find that the speaker was a small old man in his fifties.
This man had dark skin and a somewhat hunched posture.
His old face was full of the marks of time.
Judging by the tools in his hands, his position was likely that of a mechanic.
Full of youthful vigor, Huang Yusheng was not pleased upon hearing those words.
He couldn't help but retort:
"Old man, I disagree with your words.
Not to mention fairness.
