Ling Feng laughed, "Boss, don't be so greedy. After eating this, you won't be hungry for two days. Why would I need to deliver it every day?"
"Really? That impressive?"
Chen Ping was taken aback and then his thoughts raced, "Then you'd better ensure the supply. If it works out, this could replace individual rations altogether in the future!"
"Um..."
Upon hearing this, Ling Feng was stunned. If that were the case, he'd fear that killing more than a dozen White Jiaos a day wouldn't be enough!
So he quickly waved his hands, "Boss, let's not rush things. We should proceed gradually. If the source runs out one day, then I'd really be in trouble!"
"That's your problem. Find a solution yourself!"
Chen Ping glared at him and walked out, carrying the thermal bucket.
The time was almost up; the people from headquarters should be arriving soon.
Indeed, by the time everyone reached the manor, three large helicopters were roaring overhead, flying in.
