If the person had come straight for Uncle Gen, it would have been fine, but his use of "riffraff" managed to insult everyone present.
Feng Wenhui, running a small business, values amicable relations for wealth and said nothing. Feng Wencheng, working as a manager in the engineering department of a hotel and soon to be promoted, was a bit irritable and snorted coldly, "Duck Neck, who let you in?"
"You know me?" The leader, thin and dark, really resembled duck neck. He looked at Feng Wencheng with suspicion, and realizing he didn't know him, huffed, "I'm only here for Liu Laogen... it's none of your business."
As a local ruffian used to throwing his weight around, it was quite normal for him, but he didn't intentionally offend others. He thought he was being quite polite.
