Just as the Cowpea Tricycle was selling like hotcakes across the Wilderness and making its way into village settlements everywhere, Coast Automobile Factory struck while the iron was hot and naturally displayed every quality and virtue a profiteer ought to possess: as long as there was still oil to squeeze from a toad, squeeze it to death—squeeze out its piss and still refuse to let go!
Only two weeks later, under Ji Jue's instructions, the Cowpea Tricycle's brother vehicle—
The Peanut Tricycle made its shocking debut!
Goddamn peanut!
When Shang Tong Wen saw the second tricycle his men had bought back, he felt terrible all over.
A thick black question mark identical to Yin Chao Yang's emerged over his head. He only wanted to hoist that little fry called Ji Jue up by the neck and demand, "What the fuck are you doing?! Do you even want to fight properly?!"
Had he seriously become addicted to making Small Three-Wheelers?
This piece of junk was a stripped-down, shrunken version of the Cowpea from start to finish. Even the cargo frame had been cut down by more than half, changing from fully enclosed to an open-top model. It was bargain-bin trash among bargain-bin trash among bargain-bin trash!
Yet in the Factory building in East City, the experts who had gathered once more all sucked in a sharp breath in unison. Everyone had thought the Cowpea was already the pinnacle of cutting corners, but they had not expected...
There was goddamn someone even better?
"Okay..."
The structural engineer, who had only recently joined the company, lay beneath the tricycle and tentatively stretched out both hands. Without even much effort, he lifted the entire tricycle up. It was practically the same as a little electric scooter!
The body was still completely unpainted. The configuration