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Ansheng's face was full of question marks as he looked at Yu Zhenghong. With a pondering look, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he raised his hand and slapped Old Deng's smug little face, grumbling:
"The fuck! I went out of my way to sign contracts and drag business back for you, and now you're telling me there's no stock?"
"If you can't get the very top batch, can't you get the next tier down—the ones with the geographical indication, the green organic label, and the intangible cultural heritage supervision? Thirty percent quality, seventy percent vibes, tack on some founding-father drama, spin a few little stories!"
"Give you a chance and you still can't make it work!"
Ansheng's face was full of bitter disappointment, like hating iron for not becoming steel. He chased after Old Deng, lifted his little fox paw, and whacked Old Deng's butt hard.
