Zhao Yang rode his motorcycle on the road, and this time he was not in a hurry. He didn't go as fast, and his mind was brought back to the recent events, which felt as disgusting as something could possibly be.
This Li Xingkui had taken control of the electricity supply to his factory, and who knew when Li Xingkui might do it again? Always being choked by someone else's hand was a terrible feeling.
Yet, the other man was the village chief and did indeed have that power.
When the time came, he could just use the pretext of industrial electricity maintenance or whatever, any excuse would be enough to put Zhao Yang through the wringer.
Damn it, Li Xingkui, you're intent on making my life miserable!
Fortunately, the village chief election wasn't too far away. Li Xingkui had been the village head for over twenty years—it was time for a change! Zhao Yang thought to himself.
