"What's wrong? Isn't Mr. Tang a big shot? How could anything happen to him?"
"Who knows? Anyhow, since we've received Mr. Tang's kindness, if he's in trouble, we must help."
"That's right, anyone who dares to give Mr. Tang a hard time is picking a fight with us."
"Mr. Tang is our living Bodhisattva. I'll sort out anyone who gives him a hard time, the damn scoundrel."
Such conversations were happening in every village.
Each village had dozens of households, and each household had at least three or four people.
Over two hundred people quickly gathered at the village entrance's basketball court.
This was donated by Tang Zhenshan, who said it was for the village children to play basketball and get exercise.
By the side of the basketball court, there were also a few ping-pong tables.
Standing on one of the ping-pong tables was a middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man was the last person Mr. Tang called, named Feng Lei.
