Zhao Yang and Li Xingkui were at each other's throats on the stage, with only a very small group of people around them able to hear their words clearly. The villagers in the distance stared blankly at the stage, clueless as to what was being said.
However, in the next moment, Zhao Yang suddenly picked up the microphone from the ground, dusted it off, and for a while, the microphone emitted a "thumping" sound.
Li Xingkui's gaze sharpened, landing on the microphone, knowing that if things didn't go well today, it could mean total disgrace!
Realizing this, Li Xingkui turned his head to glance at Li Huaifa, and noticed she too was full of anxiety and tension, which made him furrow his brows even more, regret already beginning to set in!
"Fellow villagers, I don't need to introduce myself,"
