A Favor to Ask

"Wang, you truly are a genius. Though I think these instant noodles only taste good for the first few bites, and the broth is a little better, they're cheap and filling. The drinks taste excellent too. They feel far better than cola to me. Once these instant noodles are promoted, you might even receive military ration procurement orders. Wang, my friend, you're going to make a fortune."

Aige, who had come for the first time, drank the noodle broth with satisfaction and gave Wang Yan a thumbs-up, generously praising him.

"Wasn't I always wise?" Wang Yan shrugged, wearing an expression that said it was only natural. "Making money is a certainty. I said before that in times like these, you can make money doing just about anything. The only question is how much. As for military ration procurement, that isn't realistic. Instant noodles are good, but they don't have that much nutrition or energy. The feeling of fullness is temporary; before long, you'll be hungry again. Even if someone really came to me to buy them, I wouldn't have the nerve to sell."

As he spoke, he exchanged a few words with the police station men and the other foreigners before leaving their area and walking along the long table. Still holding a bottle of soda, he chatted with everyone cheerfully and asked what they thought.

Earlier, he had said he wanted to see whether these people could still laugh. Now he had his answer. The people who had treated him like a joke were all smiling at the moment... but no one knew what they felt inside. Most likely, they were sour with envy.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that fast-moving consumer goods like instant noodles and beverages were bound to make a fortune. They were cheap,