Ao Tuo waved his hands in haste, "I wouldn't dare to be corrupt."
Wan Jiaojiao nodded, it seems to be a problem of style then, young cadres just can't withstand the test.
Old Wan had taken a dislike to Ao Tuo a long time ago; he had inquired about him before. Back when they were selecting the village chief, this Ao Tuo had supported his rival.
Hmph, just because my daughter didn't take a fancy to you, you resort to revenge, an unfilial act!
"Little Ao," Wan Jiaojiao said, draping his arm over Ao Tuo's shoulder in a superficially friendly manner, "let me give you some advice, the political waters are deep, and you're still young, you can't handle it."
"Yes, yes, I'm young, please teach me more in the future, uncle."
"This political game," Wan Jiaojiao actually began to teach, "is just like a card game in the gambling house. Come on, play a few rounds of mahjong with me, and I'll explain it slowly."
