"If you won't help, at least give me a hint. I'm at a complete loss and don't know where to start."
Feng Haitao hesitated for a moment, thinking that giving a hint shouldn't be a big deal.
"Zhao Tianming." After saying the name, Feng Haitao fell silent again.
Knowing he couldn't get more information, Zhou Kunshan left Feng Haitao's house in frustration and headed straight for Zhao Tianming's study.
This time, Zhou Kunshan was smarter; he didn't tell Zhao Tianming the truth but stormed into his room angrily.
"Those damn profiteers, sooner or later I'll slaughter them all!"
Seeing his murderous demeanor, Zhao Tianming was startled and quickly offered a cup of tea, "Brother Zhou, calm down. What's gotten you so worked up?"
A month ago, a peasant like Zhou Kunshan was someone Zhao Tianming wouldn't even glance at.
But now, he could only greet him warmly.
