"Brother Fang, here you go."
Taking advantage of the time while the soup was simmering, Jiang Huazi took a moment to entertain the guest and slipped Fang Weiguo a pack of 1916 cigarettes, which cost a hundred per pack on the market.
"What's this for? I haven't smoked in years."
Fang Weiguo immediately declined.
"I know. But it's the proper etiquette."
Jiang Huazi insisted on giving it, "Brother Fang, if you don't smoke, you can always gift it to someone else."
"You should just accept it."
Pan Hui smiled and said.
So Fang Weiguo put the cigarettes in his pocket.
"Xiao Chen, your aunt won't give you any."
"Giving it to me would be a waste."
Jiang Huazi joked, "You guys, really, not contributing to the national defense fund. If no one smokes, where will we get money to build aircraft carriers?"
"Huazi, since you became a business owner, your awareness has really increased." Fang Weiguo teased.
