"Changhai, this is my older brother," the butcher introduced.
"Come on, Brother Zhang, have a cigarette," Jiang Changhai offered with a beaming smile.
Brother Zhang took the cigarette, without any formalities, and directly asked, "Did you say you need a hundred pounds of meat tomorrow?"
"Yes, yes, I don't know if you can get that much?"
Brother Zhang was also a bit troubled. "Brother, you're rushing this. A hundred pounds in one day is a lot, I can't produce that much."
When Jiang Changhai heard he couldn't do it, he immediately became anxious; the birthday feast was the day after tomorrow. If he couldn't buy the meat, he would have to take a day off to go to the county town.
"Brother Zhang, please help me out. I know you have wide connections. It might be tough for others, but for you, isn't this a piece of cake?" Jiang Changhai complimented him.
