Back to the main topic, after tidying up the trash on the ground, Tang Xiaoquan collected himself and entered into a serious state once again.
"Tell me about it, the process of this operation and the current situation in the village!"
Lin Junfu habitually touched his waist, but the half pack of Red Anhui that Old Zhao had thrown to him before he left in the morning had already been completely consumed, so now besides some waste paper, there was no trace of a cigarette in his pocket.
With no other option, Lin Junfu could only sip a couple of gulps of hot tea, then raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze towards the people in front of him.
