After Li Guangli raised the stakes, Zhang Dabao was so pleased he practically bubbled over with joy.
He immediately took out a bottle of liquor and gulped down several mouthfuls.
"Xiaoshan, you just wait and see. As soon as the mine starts, all your piss-poor agritainment, vegetable patches, and feed factories will be finished. I'll make you a poor bastard again, and you'll have to look at my face just like before."
In his triumph, Zhang Dabao took a few more swigs of the white liquor.
The frustration he had been holding in for the past six months surged to his heart along with the alcohol.
"And that Xin Lei, she's just some city missy here to gild her life, what's so great about her. It's not her place to point fingers and give orders in Wolong Village. Once I sort out the mining business, I'll make sure she packs up and gets lost!"
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Dabao, filled with resentment, had polished off a bottle of white liquor.
