Bro, I’ve completely sold out of the BSC mutts. There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world. This feast has already reached its final moments. The delicacies and fine dishes are all gone, leaving only leftovers and cold cuts, a mess everywhere. The smart people have already eaten their fill and quietly left. You, on the other hand, are still reluctant to leave, banging your chopsticks on the bowl loudly, dreaming and expecting the next delicious and hearty main course. But what you end up with is the huge bill for this feast. Someone has to pay the bill for the feast, and this time it’s you. I’ve read this sentence countless times, and it’s always the same [cover face][cover face][cover face].