The next morning, Song Heping sat beside the shipping container, sipping lemonade.
When he woke up, his head was splitting with pain.
The Scotch whisky purchased last night by the chef might have been counterfeit.
If it were real whisky, why would his head hurt?
"Lost."
Grey Wolf had arrived behind him at some point.
"Good morning."
"Do you also have a headache?"
"Yeah, I think the chef bought fake whisky last night."
Hearing this, Song Heping laughed.
He hadn't expected someone else to share his thoughts.
Following the war in Eligo, the alcohol business also thrived.
Everything in the war zone was expensive.
Smuggling whisky was also a good business here.
At present, most of the alcohol in the Green Zone had an unclear origin, and its price was twice as high as in normal countries.
That's war for you.
A nightmare for the common folk, a paradise for the ambitious.
Song Heping, "Hasn't the chef woken up yet?"