When Zhong Pengrun voiced Chen Bin's plan to plant fruit trees, Lu Huisheng let out a cold laugh.
He retorted, "Do you think he should be allowed to plant them?"
Although he had once told Chen Bin to mind his own business, that was merely lip service.
Chen Bin had taken the position that should have been his, and Lu Huisheng could never let him have peace!
Zhong Pengrun gave a slight cough, a bit flustered, before asking.
"I see Chen Bin is quite keen on this matter, but if I oppose him, it shouldn't cause any issues, right?"
"Don't worry about it. The barren hills belong to the village collective. As long as all the villagers disagree, what can he do to you?"
"What reason would be best for me to refuse him then?"
Lu Huisheng, in a foul mood, answered, "Think for yourself; don't ask me everything. The term for Jiang Huai's deputy director position at the Party and Government Office is nearly up; this is your opportunity, so go back and ponder over it slowly."
