Swoosh.
The roller shutter was pulled open from inside the store.
It was past ten at night, and the cold wind swept in with the night dew, instantly dispersing most of the warmth from the beer he had just finished.
Matthew Lee burped, rubbing his round belly and laughing out loud, "Refreshing! It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying meal; it's a hundred times better than nutrient paste!"
"Do my goods have a future?"
"They do, of course they do." Matthew Lee's eyes lit up, "Once the caravan gets going, I'll definitely be the first major customer."
"You better start thinking about how to build Dongping Town."
Cheng Ye waved with a smile, "You don't have to worry about the caravan, the parts are no problem, I'll oversee the repair and assembly, and start operations at an appropriate time. As for manpower... I'll find suitable people."
"Great!"
