"It's no trouble, no trouble at all," the woman, just scolded by her man, couldn't help chiming in again. "We don't have a car anyway, so these good jobs aren't for us. That old man who sprinkles the water made a fortune today, just filling that crappy manure truck with water and running back and forth on the road a few times, Boss Yan gave him fifty bucks!"
"Can't you keep your mouth shut for once? That's their business because they have a vehicle. Do you have one? Now get back home..." Before she could finish, she got scolded again.
The woman was still indignant, muttering under her breath, "It's just a manure truck!"
It was Secretary Niu who sensed something crucial and quickly came over to ask, "Are you saying that the money for spraying water still came from Boss Yan? Wasn't it organized by the town?"
