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Faced with Boss Qian revealing his bottom line, Song Tan across from him didn't cherish it and dismissively said, "No, I've told you before; the watermelon production can't keep up, and there's also the risk of cracking during transport. Just sell them in the local market."
"You should take a look at the peaches first."
Peaches? With watermelons in hand, who still remembers peaches?
While thinking, Boss Wang bragged incessantly, his few remaining brain cells soon scattered by the juice of the watermelons. The two grown men, holding watermelons, chomped away, making a satisfied mess on their faces.
In the old stainless steel basin in front of them, a layer of watermelon rinds quickly piled up.
However, Song Tan and the others, accustomed to eating them daily, still appeared much more refined.
20 pounds of watermelon made everyone's belly full, to the point where they slightly lost their appetite for dinner.
