After hanging up the phone, Feng Shan just stood there, still completely bewildered.
He had no idea what kind of VIP could get Frank so worked up.
Judging by Frank's particular tastes, this VIP was either a beautiful woman or a handsome man.
In any case, it definitely wouldn't be some sorry-looking guy like Tom.
Unable to figure it out, he could only shake his head and put the matter aside for the time being.
He had just walked into the camp when he saw four old men storming toward him. They looked like a gang of bandits coming down from the mountains; one glance was enough to know they meant trouble.
Before Feng Shan could even speak, the man in the lead, Old Liu, started bellowing at the top of his lungs.
"Feng the kid, your people are useless! The four of us registered and are ready to pay for our land plots, but your guy just hems and haws. You couldn't beat a fart out of him with a stick! The efficiency here is just awful."
