The Tianjin group, who loved a good spectacle and were never afraid of things getting too big, pointed and laughed, saying, "Hey, wasn't he saying he's really tight with Zeng Jieyi? Ask him then."
Jiang Guangwen was getting fed up with the jeering atmosphere around him and turned to shout at the Guizhou Brigade, who were nonchalantly looking this way and that as if they were immune to the looming disaster:
"He Zhijun, we're leaving, are you coming or not?"
Damn, these barefooted guys have got it good. Bottom of the pack every year, they just roll with whatever anyone says, no pressure whatsoever.
At that moment, Fang Huai finally stopped in his tracks, flipped through his cell phone, and finally spoke up.
"Leaving? The teams from Hunan and Yunnan have already arrived, they'll be down soon. Sichuan is more than 20 minutes away from getting off the train, Yunnan will arrive by noon, Chongqing's... might be in the afternoon."
