How poor can this person be.
"Alas, what is insurance.
"Selling facial masks on micro-commerce, selling anti-odor socks, selling feminine hygiene products, selling diapers, selling donkey-hide gelatin pastries, selling lighters, selling fake shoes, there's nothing I haven't tried.
"For you young masters, life is about quality, but I, Meng Yang, have no support. I just do everything I can to survive."
Meng Yang shook his head.
His past was unbearable to recall, and he could only be grateful for his former efforts.
"Alright, everyone has it tough, and as your third brother, I won't buy anything you're selling."
Yang Lezhi was annoyed just hearing about these business ventures.
Actually, he had tried it too, but got tricked by his supplier into buying a lot of stock he couldn't sell, ultimately resulting in a pile of worthless junk.
