"You've got a beef with Old Kong the Third? Heh, I thought it was something serious. It's a trivial matter."
"It just so happens that Old Gong is headed your way, I'll give him a heads up, and he'll sort it out for you in a jiffy."
After listening to Li Qing's account, Lü Zong responded with nonchalance.
"Old Gong is coming over?" Li Qing asked in surprise.
On the phone, Lü Zong's laugh was as sinister as ever, "Isn't the festival coming up? I've sent Old Gong to bring you some seafood. Hanging around with me, Lü, you gotta be looked after during the holidays."
"Don't sweat the small stuff with Old Kong the Third. If it's yours, take it. If he pisses me off, I swear I'll tear down his pathetic little temple!"
With these words from Lü Zong, Li Qing immediately felt a sense of security.
It wasn't just about the couple thousand in profit that Li Yumin was hauling in the car right now – Sifang Village represented a long-term business deal.
