Yue Jiannan, unwilling to return empty-handed, suddenly looked up halfway there.
"Qingqing, what do you think about fighting fire with fire?"
"Uncle, what do you mean?" Yue Qingqing asked knowingly.
"They start first, why can't we fight back later?" Yue Jiannan rubbed his hands together eagerly. "I'll drive to the city to buy firecrackers, get some double-bangs, buy some cherry bombs, some 'Big Red' crackers, and I'll buy two boxes of snappers to throw right at their doorstep."
Yue Jiannan said with resentment, "I must give them a fireworks exhibition. If I don't get all the dogs in the village barking, my last name isn't Yue."
This really was a fight-fire-with-fire plan. Given Yue Jiannan's current financial status, saying he'd bring a whole truckload of fireworks wasn't an exaggeration.
The air in Daye Village would be polluted by then.
