Du Chunjiang had no idea that he and Zhao Jun were not only enemies in this life, but also held grudges from a past one.
But no matter what, he didn't dare to offend Zhao Jun. In fact, he even needed something from him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent a fortune on a gun to give to Zhao Jun.
But after Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu's antics, the scene of him gifting the gun had turned into a bit of a joke.
Du Chunjiang was cursing his luck inwardly. He had spent sixteen hundred on this gun, and before that, nearly three hundred on the dog.
Between the dog and the gun, he had already spent close to two thousand yuan. If he still couldn't get things done, it would be a huge loss.
"Technician Zhao, I was…"
"Hey!" Zhao Jun raised his right hand and waved it dismissively. With a smile on his face, he cut Du Chunjiang off before he could even finish his sentence.
