As far as Master Liang was concerned, he certainly wouldn't turn down another person in the logistics department. It wasn't as if they were short of food. Having one more person to order around for the lowest possible pay—what was there not to like?
Most importantly, he was a heavy smoker. Those few packs from Old Tang had hit the spot. He didn't care much for anything else; he just craved a smoke. Back in the Sunny Era, he'd gone through two or three packs a day. Of course, he couldn't afford good cigarettes back then, so he smoked whatever was cheapest.
Now, in the apocalypse, every pack of cigarettes smoked was one less pack left. They were an absolutely scarce resource. Especially in backwaters like theirs, where it was impossible to make many cigarettes, even if they tried.
The cigarettes they managed to scrounge up here and there through their usual raids were nowhere near enough to go around.
His usual two or three packs a day had shrunk to just three or five cigarettes. For a veteran smoker, that was absolute torture.
Old Tang had only given him three or four packs, but that would last him more than half a month.
These days, getting cigarettes from someone else meant begging them on your knees. Everyone knew how scarce they were.
"Old Tang, you don't smoke, so I never expected you to have cigarettes stashed away. Do you have any women over there who need to be placed?"
Now that they'd settled things, Master Liang smiled and changed the subject. His hint was obvious enough: he clearly didn't care whether Old Tang had any women who needed placing. He wanted to know whether Old Tang had any more cigarettes.
Old Tang smiled. "Master Liang, I don't smoke, but