Mr. Liu saw Cao Shijie leaving with his people and returned to his shop.
As soon as he entered, his mobile phone in his pocket rang.
He took it out, smiled, and answered the call.
"Hello, Old Wang, you recognize that cigarette, right? What brand, where can I buy..."
"Old Liu, where did you get that cigarette you just smoked!"
Before Mr. Liu could finish, the other side asked urgently.
"Huh?"
Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly had a thought.
"Old Wang, it was given to me by a customer just now. I thought it was quite good to smoke, so I wanted to ask you what brand it is, where can I buy it, I also want to get a few packs to smoke... What, is this cigarette something special?"
"..."
Hearing Mr. Liu's words, the other side was somewhat speechless.
After almost a few dozen seconds, a reply came: "Nonsense, special supply cigarettes, wouldn't they be good to smoke? A few packs? What are you thinking? You can't even get a few, okay!"
"Special supply cigarettes?"
