"My barbecue rub?"
From the back row, Dai Jianli, curious, leaned forward and whispered, "Brother Dong, is your intel accurate? Brother Lin seems to be doing a thorough job with his writing, doesn't he?"
Guo Weidong frowned. "Old Dai, if you're going to call Lin Xu 'Brother Lin,' then don't call me 'Brother Dong.' Lin Xu and my nephew are peers. If you call him that, you're putting my nephew on the same level as me."
Xie Baomin shot him a sideways glance. "Lin Xu is my Junior Brother. If he's the same generation as your nephew, wouldn't I have to call you Uncle Guo?"
"Then go ahead and call me that. Your Uncle Guo here… gives out red envelopes."
Haha, I finally got the better of this bastard! After being bullied by this damn guy so many times, I've finally gotten back at him.
Guo Weidong was feeling quite pleased with himself.
