By this point, the village chief had almost buried his head in his crotch, but he still hadn't spoken.
Wu Liping continued, "With your so-called virtues, becoming a village chief, I think your ancestors must be puffing smoke from their graves for you to achieve this in your lifetime!"
"Right, speaking of the village chief, look at how many years you've been in office without winning the people's hearts!"
"Zhao Hua has only been here for a few days, and he already overshadowed you. Tell me, isn't that a disgrace? You've lost all face!"
At this, the accountant couldn't bear to watch any longer.
The accountant mustered up the courage, opened his mouth, and said, "Sister-in-law, there are so many people here, let's just let it be, stop talking, and give the village chief some face, shall we?"
"If there really is an issue, it can't be helped, you can talk about it when you get home! Look at how many people are here!"
