"Stop kidding, how could the cigarettes Mr. Zhen took out be fake? Are you saying you're so used to your own crappy cigarettes that you can't handle his good ones anymore?"
At this moment, some people expressed doubt about these words, and the student who had spoken before, not convinced by superstitions, took another drag. It was then he cried out in alarm, "No, this is absolutely wrong. My head is starting to feel dizzy; this definitely isn't the exclusive supply for the leaders. Otherwise, if the leaders were smoking this stuff, Huaxia would have been doomed long ago!"
The student's voice was loud, instantly attracting the attention of almost everyone present. As everyone sniffed the cigarettes they held, their expressions turned exceedingly ugly.
Logically, the exclusive supply for the leaders should smell fragrant, but they found that this tobacco had an exceptionally pungent scent, which was extremely unpleasant and went straight to the head, making one feel dizzy.