Su Xiaoxiao squinted her eyes, looking clearly at the person disrupting her beautiful dream.
"Brother is a bigwig? What kind of tacky name is that? This totally screams 'stinky poor'. If anyone was truly rich, who would choose such an utter nouveau riche name?"
She stared at the name on screen, clicked on the private message.
Feeling puzzled, she wondered when she added such a dumbass; this name is so middle school-ish.
Brother is a bigwig: Miss, are you there?
Brother is a bigwig: Miss, I've recently slaughtered quite a few pigs at the factory, and pig blood isn't valuable, too lazy to sell it, do you want it? If you do, I'll mail it to you for free.
Brother is a bigwig: I also have plenty of large bones, perfect for making soup in this weather. If you like, I can send you a hundred pounds.
Brother is a bigwig: Miss, are you asleep?
Brother is a bigwig: Let me know when you see this, I don't have much space to store, I need to deal with it in the next couple of days.
