Earlier he only wanted 80 pounds, at least he would leave 20 pounds.
Now that it's known Yang Chen is just a ride-sharing driver, he won't even leave the 20 pounds, he wants all 100 pounds. Truly realistic, indeed.
Yang Chen shook his head with a smile and said, "Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, but this might not work. I just messaged my friend and told her I would bring tuna meat tonight. If you take all of it, we won't have anything to eat now, and I won't be able to explain to my friend tonight. How about this, we'll give you 21 pounds. You have 20 friends, including you, that's 21 people, so one pound each just to taste the flavor. Okay?"
Zhang Jiacheng laughed coldly.
Beside him, Zhang Hai quickly said, "What right do you have to allocate like this? This is Chen Lijun's reserved meat, what makes you think you can call the shots? You really think you're something, directing people around like that?"
