After transmigrating for twenty-five years, I arrive in Handong a month before Sha Ruijin and take over Old Liu's post.
I hear Handong is deep water, full of old schemers. So why is everyone so polite as soon as I get here?
Chen Yanshi wants to hold up a bone as a torch? Fine, go ahead. If it's to light the people's way forward, that's all well and good. But leave the old-man act at the door.
Sha Ruijin wants to build a Sha Family Hamlet from afar? Forget it. Handong is a plain, and there's no place for you to carve out your own turf.
A little arbitrary use of power? Xiao Ai, dare say that to my face again?
