Compared to other canned meats, chicken doesn't actually possess higher nutritional value or the attributes of other luxury goods.
But its production is what it is, just around a hundred pounds of chicken meat per week.
Supply and demand determine the price.
Meanwhile, outside the safety zone in a vehicle, a man was wolfing down the canned food in his hands.
He occasionally grabbed the water bottle beside him and took a few gulps.
"Ah—"
"I'm full."
"Got to say, chicken still tastes the best, even if the flavor is a bit light."
The man's expression relaxed, and his unkempt beard grew wildly around his jaw like weeds.
At first glance, it looked as though he wore a fur collar around his neck.
His nickname was indeed Big Beard.
Outside the car window was darkness, and if one looked ahead, they could vaguely see the arcs of the bridge spanning toward the other bank.
He was at the southern entrance to Sanjiang City's cross-river bridge.
