Chen Beiguo scoffed.
He had long guessed Li Dashan would say something like this.
'That son of a bitch is dead set on poaching Leng Yuan, probably hoping he'd take a trip to their village and offer some constructive advice!'
'Of course he wouldn't dare offend Leng Yuan right now.'
Li Dashan walked up to Leng Yuan with a smile, not looking the least bit awkward.
The man had no other virtues.
Except for being exceptionally thick-skinned.
'What did a few judgmental stares matter? As long as he could get Leng Yuan to his village and maybe get some advice, that would be a huge deal for their grain harvest.'
'For the sake of his village's harvest, what was enduring a few dirty looks? He was more than willing.'
Leng Yuan was a man of few words, but that didn't mean he was impolite. When Li Dashan came over to speak with him, Leng Yuan still engaged in conversation.
He even offered a few ideas in response to the man's questions.
