At this moment, Zhu Lufeng was somewhat embarrassed. Despite his successes in Yuedong, he always saw himself as a thug who got lucky, and a thug who valued loyalty at that. Now, back in his home town, he was being given this great honour. This was something Zhu Lufeng never expected.
As he walked onto the stage, the female host had already greeted him. She was a fresh college graduate assigned to Li County TV Station this year; tall and fair-skinned, a typical Uighur. In an attempt to lighten the mood, she asked with a smile, "Mr. Zhu, did you consult your wife about this donation? With such a large amount, aren't you afraid of being scolded once you get home?"
Zhu Lufeng was taken aback. Showing his discomfort, he scratched his head, which gave him an amusing look. Sheepishly, he replied, "Well, I don't have a wife. So, the situation you mention shouldn't arise."
