"Alright, enough of your blabbering!"
Inside Zhang Yuanmin's house, Zhao Jun cut him off mid-flow.
Zhao Jun didn't care how Yong'an Village's "Little Zhuge" had failed to kill the bear; all he cared about right now was that chainsaw.
To be honest, a chainsaw wasn't that expensive. But this one, it mustn't be forgotten, had been borrowed from the Forest Farm.
On any other day, it might not have mattered.
But today was already the twenty-second of the twelfth lunar month. On the twenty-seventh, the entire Yong'an Forest Farm would be closed for the New Year holiday.
Before that, however, starting on the twenty-fourth, the Forest Farm would be conducting a three-day inventory of its logistical supplies.
This chainsaw had been taken directly from the logistics warehouse, an arrangement made by Zhao Youcai through Zhao Jun's brother-in-law, Zhou Jianjun.
