After finishing his words, Chu Dazhuang let out a sigh of relief; Zhao Cailing, who had been listening on the side, also understood.
Suddenly, Zhao Cailing's face fell. She glanced at the secretary on the ground, who had just managed to catch her breath, and felt a spark of anger herself.
It wasn't because of anything else. In fact, Zhao Cailing could accept and endure anything else. After all this time, going from having nothing to achieving some success, she had seen all kinds of people.
But there was one thing Zhao Cailing couldn't tolerate, and that was looking down on farmers.
What's wrong with farmers?
They do the dirtiest, most tiring work and earn the cleanest money.
Zhao Cailing had started from scratch, initially a farmer herself, had endured untold hardships and suffered countless tribulations to rise to her current height.
At that moment, Zhao Cailing's breathing became rapid, and she was about to curse out loud, but after a second thought, she let it go.
