With his hefty build and layers of fat across his face, the gold chain on his neck shining brightly, Song Zufu alighted from the car, surrounded by a flock of followers. Gazing at the more than thirty robust workers standing in two neat rows before the gate, he was visibly taken aback but then burst into laughter: "Not bad, not bad! Money indeed makes the world go round!"
"Song Zufu, we're all fellow villagers here, do you really need to be so despicable?" With the support of many villagers, Old Sir Li felt much more confident.
"Where have I been despicable? I'm here to purchase jujube fruits with sincere intentions. The price isn't three-fifty, I'm offering you three-sixty. You can't possibly ignore the sentiments of your fellow villagers to help outsiders, right? And..." Song Zufu teased, kicking his leg out, "even if they do show up, they won't be able to leave this place. Believe it or not?"
