Zhou Li's speech could be called the epitome of joy within joy; he tossed around the other person's parents and head inside a hat for amusement. This set of rhetoric included "labeling, pitching straight balls, playing tricks, and stepping on others" among other linguistic arts, directly rendering the servile man dripping with sweat, nodding and bowing, unable to give a direct clear answer.
"No, no, of course not, Young Master Zhou."
This servile man's smile was uglier than if his own family had died; he tried hard to lower his body, stuttering and stammering, unable to decide on his own all at once.
"Who causes this commotion here?!"
Just then, a man eight feet tall, with a commanding figure, his left face swollen and his right face plump, although he had the appearance of wealth, gave off the feeling of a toad. Dressed in a robe embroidered with coins, he came out slowly, saying with a domineering tone:
