"Director Zhang, do you still remember what you said just now? Can you kneel down and call me 'Dad'?" Wu Xiaoshan said with a malicious smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Dabao was startled, then sneered back, "Pah, you're just a bit luckier, what's there to show off in front of me?"
Wu Xiaoshan laughed. He squinted his eyes and asked, "You're telling me it's about luck at this time? You should know better than I do what's the deal with those calves, do you think it's a matter of good luck?"
Zhang Dabao's face turned from green to red with anger at Wu Xiaoshan's words, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wu Xiaoshan, don't be so smug, I've been the village chief for so many years, I've seen all sorts of things, you..."
But before he could finish, Wu Xiaoshan slapped him hard across the face.
With a crisp "smack", Zhang Dabao was instantly dumbfounded.
