Thinking this, Liu Ergou decided not to stay silent any longer.
Looking at the potbellied middle-aged man before him, Liu Ergou snorted coldly and cursed without any politeness, "Talk about cooperation? What cooperation? Open your damn eyes and take a good look! Baozhi Hall sells Chinese medicine, not pigs. If you want to sell pigs, I suggest you go to the slaughterhouse. That place suits you better!"
Liu Ergou's words left the potbellied middle-aged man stunned. As the man looked on, puzzled, the gaudy woman by his side whispered an explanation, "Honey, this kid is calling you a pig!"
No sooner had she spoken than the middle-aged man became enraged, looking as if he might burst from anger. He was middle-aged and his figure had plumped up; what he hated most was people commenting on his physique. And today, Liu Ergou had struck a raw nerve. At this moment, the middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight Liu Ergou.
