"Harvester number three broke down last night."
"If we didn't have this axle, it would've set us back a lot!"
He spun around abruptly and bellowed at someone in the distance.
"Spud!"
"Get the crane over here! On the double!"
"Be gentle with it! Don't you dare scratch our precious treasure!"
After yelling, he turned back around.
He pulled a crumpled, unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
Without taking no for an answer, he shoved it into Han Feng's hand.
"Little brother, this plane of yours... it's a damn fine piece of work!"
"Look at this payload capacity!"
"Look at this sturdy belly!"
"Just lookin' at it puts a man's mind at ease!"
Zhou Ping's tone was filled with the highest praise for an industrial creation.
"It's so much better than those flashy, useless little toys!"
Not far away, the smile on Gu Yun's face, who was still holding his cool pose, froze solid.
He stood there, completely stiff.
A gust of wind carrying the smell of earth blew past.
