The assistant went to buy fruit while Han Guangqi and his secretary headed out.
Once outside, Han Guangqi was dealt another heavy blow.
Mu Xing's house-brand beef, the noodle restaurant's soup base, the bottled sour plum drinks, and the craft fruit wines—customers were hauling them out by the cartload, as if they were free.
Han Guangqi hadn't seen a sight like this in all his years.
They returned to the car, and before long, the assistant came back with the oranges.
"Let's all try one and see how they taste."
The three of them peeled the oranges. After a taste, they exchanged glances, but the assistant and the secretary didn't dare to speak.
"Just say what you're thinking. No need to hold back."
"President Han, I think they taste fine. They're actually quite sweet."
Han Guangqi didn't know how Huipin's oranges tasted, but the one he was holding was undeniably sweet.
"Try the others. See if they're all like this."
