"Sister Xia said, for that damn bastard who harassed her in the middle of the night, he must pay her a sum for emotional distress!" Daxiong stared at Wu Xiaoshan, replying with a cold voice.
"Did you see Guo Liang harass Sister Xia or not? What's it to you about the affairs of a widow, why the hell are you bullying Guo Liang?" Wu Xiaoshan retorted unyieldingly.
"And what if I'm bullying him? Sister Xia was wronged, and she came to us, the villagers, to seek justice. Who the hell are you to poke your nose into this?" Daxiong shot back, his neck stiff with defiance.
Wu Xiaoshan didn't continue to argue; he pulled out two thousand yuan from his pocket, waving them and asking, "Is this enough?"
Daxiong shone his flashlight on it, and instantly saw the stack of red bills. First, he was stunned, then he swallowed hard and said, "Enough, enough, definitely enough!"
As he spoke, he reached out for the money.
