'Brother Xu is such a gentleman!'
Outside the RV, Xu Yun and Lin Wanzhou stood side-by-side, wrapped in winter coats.
The nights in Xinjiang are a bit cold!
Lin Wanzhou took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. Then he offered one to Xu Yun, asking, "Want one?"
"Smoking is bad for you."
Xu Yun shook his head. "You should smoke less."
"Smoking is bad for my body, but it's good for the country."
Lin Wanzhou pursed his lips. "On the surface, I'm smoking a cigarette, but really, I'm smoking for military funding. The country's aircraft carriers are built one cigarette at a time by smokers like us."
"..." Xu Yun was speechless.
'Damn, that's some next-level thinking. It actually made him, a non-smoker, feel a little guilty.'
"How about this, Old Lin."
Xu Yun said, "From now on, you smoke an extra pack a day. Consider it smoking on my behalf, a contribution to the country. I'll pay for the cigarettes."
"Get lost!"
