"Zhao Yang, the village affairs should be resolved within the village, the police don't need to get involved," Li Xingkui, sensing trouble, said with a firm voice.
"Oh, Village Chief, I don't understand what you're saying. Who was it that called the police?" Zhao Yang scoffed.
Just now, Li Xingkui and Xiao Mingshan had arrived together in a police car and entered together. Everyone saw it, and Li Xingkui couldn't deny it.
Seeing Xiao Mingshan with a dark expression, Li Xingkui couldn't help but go over and whisper a few words to him. Xiao Mingshan reluctantly nodded and said to Zhao Yang, "Brother, since you all are neighbors who see each other all the time, I think it might be better to just let it go, let the Village Chief pay for a new door out of his own pocket, at least it will look better than that old wooden door, right?"
Zhao Yang knew that Xiao Mingshan was starting to muddle things. In this world, no so-called hero is worth a damn in the face of connections.
