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In East Sea City.
"These damn crooks, they get greedier by the day!" Butcher Zheng cursed. "Back when I was selling pork, it was eighteen a pound. I just went and bought two pounds, and they charged me fifty!"
He grumbled all the way home. Looking around, he asked:
"What are you doing?"
Sister Zheng was cracking sunflower seeds, her eyes glued to the TV as she clicked her tongue in amazement.
"Watching the news. The local station cut in with a special report. Said something about our Federation's Grand Speaker visiting East Sea City... Old Zheng, what do you think these bigwigs are thinking? Why would they want to visit a small place like ours?"
"Who the hell knows!" Butcher Zheng rolled his eyes. "It's got nothing to do with us, anyway. All I want to know is why the price of pork is shooting up so fast!"
He plopped down on the sofa, still fuming, and said sulkily:
"If I'd known, I would've just kept selling pork. Dammit..."
