In the face of absolute power, all strategies are just flashy tricks — MacArthur.
After observing for a little over ten minutes, Old Zhang also realized that this young guy's skills were indeed quite something.
If you want to buy buns, you definitely have to use some tricks like the college students and the Sunset Red group.
"Doesn't he want to buy my flour? Actually, selling it to him in advance isn't impossible."
Rules are dead, but people are alive. However, Old Zhang had bigger ambitions.
"These buns are so delicious, and my good grandson loves them so much. Is it too much to ask for a recipe?"
After making up his mind, Old Zhang decisively left the queue, as his position would certainly leave him without any if he just queued normally.
"Hey, boss, let's discuss something."
Chen Mo was packing buns. Seeing it was Old Zhang, he stopped what he was doing, "Go ahead."
