As Lianzheng stared at the three cans before him, a surge of ideas appeared in his head.
"Shit! Why didn't he tell me this is the kind of food he's providing? This is going to be the easiest job I got."
Seeing Lianzheng throwing the paper full of ink into the trash and taking another one out, the two slowly walked out of the room.
"Thanks, god, I'm not the leader... I would rather starve than make plans on paper." Cheng Zui murmured.
"Yeah..." Tingliao murmured as he closed the door behind him.
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When the time was now six, hundreds of people had gathered before the staircase, all waiting for a certain individual to show up.
All of Lianzheng's men, along with the police force, were maintaining order, with several women on the side already cooking the canned food.
Meanwhile, Lianzheng was standing a little far back from the staircase, just far enough that people below couldn't see him.
