"Damn! What the hell are you all doing? Has everyone stopped working? Just dawdling away the days, huh?"
At that moment, a highly dissonant voice sounded from behind. As soon as Jia Zhenjing heard it, his neck shrank in a flash, recognizing immediately whose voice it was.
He then put on a full-faced ingratiating smile and scurried over, fishing out a pack of exceedingly cheap cigarettes from his pants pocket. He offered them obsequiously, "Brother Huang, have a smoke to calm your 'spirit'."
"Get lost, damn calf! Who the hell needs to calm down?" Comrade Daming glared fiercely and barked angrily.
"Alright, alright, these cigarettes are too low-grade, way too low-grade. I'll buy a better pack for Brother Huang later." Out of awe for Comrade Daming's lewd/power, Jia Zhenjing prudently backed to the side.
