Each of them had a hundred bags, the yellow packaging piled heavily in the box.
"Brother Cheng, if you run out, I'll put my share under your name."
Wang Kang patted the box and laughed heartily, "I've long been sick of drinking this stuff in the Inner City for over ten years—nothing beats real meat."
Every morning he would go to the canteen at the entrance of the community to buy three packs of big meat, one pack fried to a crisp, another marinated with strong flavor, and the last one with its original taste, savoring it until oil dripped from his mouth, that's when he felt satisfied.
"Alright then."
Cheng Ye paused for a moment, then pointed his hand towards the thick fog outside the city, "Maybe... if there's a chance, I'll take you out there for a venture."
"Really?"
Wang Kang's eyes lit up instantly, like two little flames ignited.
