Zhang Xiaomeng looked at Zhao Jianguo, at his calm and collected expression, and for a moment he was somewhat stunned.
It was then that he truly realized what power really meant in this country.
Liu Qiang, worth tens of millions, was nothing but an ant before Zhao Jianguo who held a sliver of authority.
Of course, this also had to do with Liu Qiang's habit of being reckless and imprecise in his dealings.
"Fortunately, I'm no longer an ordinary person. Otherwise, under such oppressive power, I would probably be even less than Liu Qiang."
Muttering to himself, Zhang Xiaomeng thought again of the village chief, Zhao Youzhi, and the oppression he had once faced.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaomeng's heart was filled with an unspeakable mixture of emotions.
"Mr. Zhang, please give a response. How do you want to deal with this bastard? I'll listen to you," Zhao Jianguo said as he saw Zhang Xiaomeng remaining quiet.
