Wang Fugui pulled a funny face and stepped back two paces, "Uncle, don't think about hitting me! I know you're making up stories to trick me! Don't worry! I won't cause any trouble!"
"You unfilial nephew!" Shopkeeper Wang was quite helpless and could only wave his hand, saying, "Come over here, I'm not going to hit you. I just want to tell you that an esteemed guest might come here to drink today, so you little brat should lie low for a while, don't make that esteemed guest upset."
"Esteemed guest? Is there anyone in this poor place whose status is higher than mine?" Wang Fugui was displeased. His father was an official in Beijing, and he himself was quite famous there, mingling with the offspring of the nobility.
And in this tiny place, could there really be someone whose status is better than his?
Wang Fugui wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.
"Your foolish nephew's status cannot compare to that of the esteemed guest."
