The first thing I heard didn't sound good at all; Mr. Xia's tone was too serious.
With a hint of caution, Zheng Xingfa said, "Mr. Xia, do you have something you want to talk about?"
"Of course, I have something to talk about! Now I have to wipe your ass for you, tell me, is there a problem?" Xia Mingde's voice suddenly rose.
Even though there was a contract, after all, this kind of work was highly sought after—many people were scrambling for it.
So Zheng Xingfa quickly said, "Mr. Xia, this... I don't really understand. Did I cause any trouble for you on my end?"
"I'm asking you, do you know who Li Fugui is?" Xia Mingde pressed, sounding agitated.
Li Fugui? Who the hell is Li Fugui? Zheng Xingfa frowned and thought hard but couldn't remember. There were plenty of delivery personnel in the whole county, and disputes were not uncommon. He couldn't be expected to remember every Tom, Dick, or Harry's name.
