The third day.
For the working class, after 2 days of the typhoon, the news from the observatory reporting that it had ceased was definitely the best news they had heard in these two days. Yet, it still rained and was not convenient for pedestrians.
The business street was totally sluggish in the morning. Nonetheless, a customer came to the club.
"This is the top-grade tender bamboo shoots from Zhijiang, my regards."
Looking at some pouches of bamboo shoots in the bag that Yang Taizi had passed, the servant girl took it over with a faint smile. It was so natural that one would think that it was as if she had bought them in the supermarket.
"Where’s the boss?" Yang Taizi looked at You Ye and asked in fear while trembling.
