As long as you breathe in more of the sweet air from Upper City than others every day, you can live longer than others!
Reserve now to enjoy a 20% discount, and get a chance to win a bottle of high-quality pure water from Upper City…"
Chen Fengrui sat down, picked up a bowl, and took a sip of the lukewarm synthetic porridge. The taste was as bland as ever, with a hint of chemical aftertaste.
The sarcasm on his face grew stronger, and he muttered, as if talking to himself, yet clearly intending for his parents at the table to hear:
"Ha, better add a meter to show how much tax you owe with each breath so that everyone can remember that the more they breathe, the quicker they will go bankrupt."
The middle-aged man's face turned completely dark, and he suddenly slammed the phone face down on the table, his chest slightly heaving as he glared at his son across from him.
