The next day.
The weather was somewhat gloomy.
Zhang Feng put on his loose training clothes, opened the rolling door, and looked at the few pedestrians on the street.
"Boss Zhang!"
"Brother Zhang!"
"Oh! Brother Zhang, you're up early!"
The neighbors passing by the door greeted Zhang Feng, attracting the attention of some pedestrians.
"Good morning." Zhang Feng nodded to the neighbors and said, "Old Hang, Big Wu, have you eaten? I made some buns this morning."
"Thank you, Brother Zhang!" They chuckled and just expressed their thanks, not going over to take some.
Because a few black cars were driving up from the distance.
They recognized the familiar license plates that appeared a few times each month and knew it was Mantis Finch and Big Uncle coming.
"Brother Zhang, we're off to open up!"
Seeing that Boss Zhang had business to attend to, they laughed heartily, exchanged a few words, and walked off.
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