Yang Zhanqi didn't speak; he just quietly watched Village Chief Yang.
Village Chief Yang spoke earnestly and at length until his mouth was dry and his tongue was parched before he stopped.
Seeing that Yang Zhanqi had no reaction, he said angrily, "I'm only thinking about your best interests. If you're unwilling, let's just drop it and pretend I didn't say anything."
Yang Zhanqi saw his anger and sneered inwardly, but his face showed a fawning expression.
He pulled Village Chief Yang aside, while his fingers stealthily slid into his pocket.
Looking at Village Chief Yang, he forced a smile and said, "Old Yang, I know you mean well. How long have we known each other?
Twenty years, right? I've known you since I was seventeen or eighteen.
Back then, you weren't the village chief yet. My mother was blind, and my father was a gambler.
You were the only one who was good to me, and it was then that I wholeheartedly helped you with your work.
