Xing Zhibin arrived, and these few people stepped back a few steps. They felt guilty.
"Red Army, what's going on?" Xing Zhibin asked.
"Uncle Xing, we delivered watermelons to the supply and marketing cooperative today, and with what was left, we came to the train station to sell. When we finished selling, these guys surrounded us.
We showed them the permits, which said nothing about selling at the train station. I said it didn't say we couldn't sell at the train station either. They wanted to arrest us and take us back.
Bah, those brats from Tangjiazhuang still dream of sitting in our tractor? Dream on. Even if you were crushed to pieces, you couldn't pay for it."
Xing Zhibin turned his head to look at Tang Jianjun. He looked at the sneaky young man, "Is that the situation?"
"They... they weren't cooperating with work."
"What is your work?"
No one among the eight spoke at this moment.
Xing Zhibin turned his head to look at Red Army, "Why are you holding the crank?"
