The 10-hour high-speed train ride was long, yet also fleeting.
In the hours following the end of their phone conversation, Jiang Feng thought of many solutions, but he rejected each one in turn.
Having run a small restaurant in City Z for many years, Jiang Jiankang had accumulated a vast network of connections. It could be said that there wasn't a significant vegetable or meat supplier in the area around City Z that Jiang Jiankang didn't know. And the slaughterhouse was even more needless to say; Mrs. Wang Xiulian had once boasted of her glorious achievement of rushing to the slaughterhouse in the next city in the early hours to vie for pork, a story she would occasionally bring up to this day.
