What you fear is what comes!
At the villagers' words, Shen Mingzhu's eyelid gave a jump.
But Pei Yang reacted even quicker, pulling out a cigarette and passing one to the person, laughing as he struck up a conversation, "Uncle, are you from the same village as Guo Family's elder not?"
The man accepted the cigarette, cherishingly placing it under his nose.
Rural folks like them usually smoked tobacco leaves they grew themselves; this kind of city cigarette was rarely enjoyed even once a year.
While sniffing the cigarette, the man responded to Pei Yang, "Yes, I'm also from Red Star Village. My family's apples are not inferior to those of Guo Family's elder. Don't believe me? You can come and see now?"
"No rush."
Pei Yang lit the man's cigarette with his lighter and immediately asked what price the dealer up front was paying.
The man puffed on his cigarette and curled his lip, "That boss is only willing to pay five cents."
