"Shang Quezi, you actually dare to hire a lawyer to ask us for money, you've got some nerve!"
A few young guys greedily glanced at the people still fishing around the pond, grasping steel pipes in their hands, casually knocking around the yard.
Shang Weixing was originally squatting by the pond, chatting idly with some old customers while smoking, and when he saw them coming, he quickly walked over:
"There are still two years on the contract, shouldn't you at least compensate a little?"
He did not avoid or act cowardly, but approached them with dignity to reason with them.
Old Sun saw this and packed up his fishing rod, removed the float, unwound the main line and deftly rolled it onto the reel board.
Then he put away the fishing rod, rod holder, stool and other fishing gear, and then took the fish keeper out of the water, with it full of fish inside, all frantically jumping around.
