At eleven o'clock, the Socialist Party Candidate sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the fire in the fireplace.
It was a very secluded house. It was not under his name, and this was his first time there.
The damn house did not even have heating. They could only burn wood in the fireplace to raise the temperature.
Perhaps this was something people at the bottom of the Federation often had to deal with—chopping firewood.
Of course, not everyone needed to chop firewood, but quite a few people did, especially in winter.
A little after eleven ten, footsteps sounded outside. He placed the weapon on his lap and covered it with a blanket. "The door isn't locked. Just push it open and come in."
The sound of high heels gradually grew clearer. High heels striking the wooden floor sounded different from leather shoes or other footwear, making them easy to distinguish.
The woman pushed open the door, glanced around the room, and then walked over to the fireplace. "For God's sake, couldn't you find a warmer room?"
The Socialist Party Candidate smiled awkwardly without explaining. This was the last time they would meet.
The woman took a pack of Lady Cigarette from her bag. Through the light of the flames, the Socialist Party Candidate recognized it as a pack of Every Moment Lady Cigarettes.
At present, Every Moment Lady Cigarettes occupied seventy to eighty percent of the Lady Cigarette market. That was an extremely frightening market share.
The flue-cured Lady Cigarettes were milder to smoke. Unlike air-cured or blended cigarettes, they did not hit the throat so harshly, something women found difficult to tolerate.
They were mild, and Every Moment had also designed all kinds of beautiful outer packaging and cigarette-paper wrappers for them. On top of that, they had