The cigar in Lance's hand was obviously expensive. The metallic casing alone indicated its high price at first glance.
At least those cigars that cost a few yuan wouldn't typically come with a metal casing, or possibly a gold-plated individual cigar tube, but this one did.
Carl had never smoked a cigar. He nodded with some interest, "Of course, sir."
Lance opened the cigar tube, took a scissor to trim the cigar in front of him, explaining the reason for doing so.
Then he took out a special lighter, toasted the end of the cigar for a while, and handed it to Carl, "Give it a try, take a small puff first."
Carl was a bit excited. Young people are always excited about things they haven't experienced but long for and are now within their grasp, because those were once their dreams, the life they pursued.
Just like a girl lying in bed wrapped in sheets telling you she won't go out at night, or this cigar in his hand that represents identity and status.
