"Brother Su is really something, he even understands tanks with a bit of tinkering."
"It's got to be my Brother Su, he's awesome, really awesome."
In front of people from Bridge Town, Lu Yubo and the others spared no effort in flattering Zhang Su. Praising their own leader is their responsibility.
In reality, Meng Changwei and the others weren't in the mood to listen to what they were saying. Watching the tank move leisurely in the base, they were incredibly envious.
"Boss, there's another tank over there. Can't we try to negotiate something with Master Zhang in exchange for it?"
Someone suggested to Meng Changwei.
"That one is definitely broken; Zhang Su hasn't glanced at it the whole time." Meng Changwei curled his lips. In the post-apocalypse, everyone was good at reading the room.
"Could it be? Maybe they only had enough fuel for one tank to be driven back?"
"Alright, whatever the case, ask them later. Whoa, that turn is amazing, impressive."
