C1823 The Motherland Needs Your Stomach

"Wang, Wang!" A shout came from outside. Along with the shout, Wang, who was holding Erguotou with one hand, walked over unsteadily with an incomparably desolate expression on his face.

"Factory Manager Zhang, you called me?" As Wang spoke, he continued to pour Erguotou into his mouth.

Wang was a tall and thin man. He looked like he was in his forties. Now