"Young man, you... that thing of yours..."
The bearded worker snapped out of his daze. Staring at the Bezoar in Li Xu's arms, he could barely get the words out, his eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
Li Xu patted his shoulder, pulled ten hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, and handed them over. "Thanks for your help, sir! This is for you and the guys. Have a good time."
"Haha, thanks!" the bearded worker said, taking the money with a twinge of envy.
Meanwhile, a refrigerated truck pulled up to the slaughterhouse.
It bore the logo of the Feng City Restaurant.
The driver got out and saw a crowd of people.
He went over to see what the commotion was about.
He was shocked by what he heard.
A fist-sized Bezoar?
'What incredible luck!'
When he learned that the Bezoar belonged to Li Xu, he was even more envious.
Afterward,
the workers helped load the beef into the truck.
Li Xu and Song Sisi then rode back to the city in the truck.
