"I knew it all along, you bunch of illiterate bumpkins,"
Du Hao scoffed and put away the documents, then said to Zhao Dashu, "In any case, this piece of land is mine now. I gave you time to relocate the graves, but you didn't value that time. Now that I'm developing this land, it's all legal and legitimate, and none of you can stop me."
Zhao Dashu replied, "Who says we can't stop you? Bullshit! This is the ancestral graveyard of our Zhao village. If you want to buy it, you must get the consent of our entire Zhao village."
Du Hao said, "Zhao Binglin has already signed and sealed the document. He's the village chief; he's already sold the land."
Zhao Dashu said, "Then let Zhao Binglin come and argue his case."
"Right, let Zhao Binglin come and explain on what grounds he could sell the land."
"Du Hao, I'm telling you, if you want this land, you'll have to kill us all first; otherwise, you're not touching our ancestors' graves."
