Zuo Hong clenched his teeth and snapped another pen.
As he reached for the third one, David couldn't take it anymore: "Hey, do you have some vendetta against those pens? Stop breaking them! We'll run out of pens soon!"
Zuo Hong was in an incredibly bad mood.
What else could he do besides break pens?
He couldn't beat him up.
There were no coal mines to dig.
The only downside to A City was that there were no coal mines!
"Secretary Zuo, are you in a bad mood?"
"No, I'm in a great mood."
"But why do you look like you're ready to eat someone?"
"You're seeing it wrong."
David knowingly patted his shoulder: "It's alright, man. Every month there are a few days like this, don't hold it in, let it out, I won't blame you."
Zuo Hong raised an eyebrow slightly: "Really?"
"Of course, we're good brothers, I..."
Before he finished, Zuo Hong flipped him over his shoulder!
With a loud "bang," David hit the floor.
