This is a deep-rooted issue in many people – if everyone stays at the bottom, and you try to climb up, you better be ready for us to pull you down in various ways.
Song Yun listened to this from start to finish. He had little regard for the people in the shantytown, as they were already poor to a certain extent. They perhaps didn't want to be poor, but because of their inherent flaws, they were stuck in the shantytown, unable to earn in a year what Song Yun could in a month for fuel. Such people, Song Yun couldn't be bothered with, but that didn't mean he wouldn't act against them.
"It seems you all have quite an issue with my sister!"
Song Yun walked over to Xiao Hua, put his arm around her shoulder, and said, "What's the matter? Can't bear to see others doing well!"
"So you're the godbrother!"
The people around suddenly realized, and someone said, "Not what I imagined!"
"Were you imagining someone with a bloated face and belly full of fat?" Song Yun asked with a smile.
