"Zhang Xiaofan, not only will I stop you from expanding the cultivation of your herbs, I will also make sure the ones you've already grown won't sell."
Ma Changhe whispered again beside Zhang Xiaofan.
A look of triumph on his face.
Upon hearing this, a cold flash crossed Zhang Xiaofan's face.
"Ma Changhe, I have no objections to you renting land in our village to grow herbs and making the villagers wealthy,"
"but if you're harboring any ill intentions, I won't hesitate to burst your eyes."
Seeing Zhang Xiaofan clench his fist,
Ma Changhe thought of the last incident and quickly took two steps back.
"Zhang Xiaofan, I know you have some skills, but you are ultimately just a country bumpkin. Since the day you took down Zhao Tiezhu, since the day you had the chemical plant shut down by the police, you've angered people you shouldn't have. Now, the punishment for you is just beginning."
