The tall and skinny federal police officer who was on duty was feeling bored when he suddenly saw an Asian youth standing outside of the fence extending his neck to look inside. "You little brat! You're not allowed to get near here so you better leave quickly."
"Do you know who you are talking to, police officer?" When Edward, who was panting heavily as he followed Zhang Lisheng's footsteps ran towards the metal fence, saw the police's arrogant attitude, he immediately protested loudly, "This gentleman here is the director of 357 farmers in the National Farmers Union! The company under his name even provides jobs for thousands of American people. I've already kept in mind your police number, so just wait, we're going to file a complaint about you. This is our pass number, so now, make way for us to go through!"
