The skinny, tall security guard stood in front of the tractor, one hand on his hip, the other holding a walkie-talkie as he pointed at Zhang Xiaoshan and Li Erniu and said,
"Hey hey hey, what are you two doing? Tractors aren't allowed in here. Park the vehicle outside."
Li Erniu was like a brash man back in the village, but he became socially anxious in the city.
He was a bit hesitant to speak, but that's how many rural folk are when they come to the city; people tend to feel inferior.
Zhang Xiaoshan addressed the security guard,
"We're here for a delivery; we've already made an appointment."
"Oh?"
The skinny security guard glanced over the tractor's carriage, which held a large metal cage with a group of chickens and ducks inside, and his face twisted into a sneer.
"Oh, it looks like you're delivering ingredients to the kitchen, huh?"
"Right."
Zhang Xiaoshan replied calmly.
But his good demeanor was mistaken by the skinny security guard as a sign of someone easy to bully.
