When Zhao Jun arrived, Jie Zhong had already stopped hitting the driver. It wasn't that he'd stopped on his own, though—he'd been pulled away by the workers he'd brought with him.
Jie Zhong's face was flushed red with anger. He pointed at the driver and cursed, "What the hell are you thinking about all day? Huh?..."
The driver kept his head down, not daring to speak. The three workers held Jie Zhong back, trying to placate him. "Boss, what's done is done. What's the point of blaming Xiaochen now? Let's just figure out where to borrow some tools, fix the truck, and be done with it."
The truck had a minor problem, and while the driver could fix it, he hadn't brought any tools.
Their attempt to calm him down backfired. Jie Zhong only grew angrier, roaring, "And where the hell are we supposed to borrow any?"
The worker who had been trying to reason with him fell silent instantly.
'Yeah, where could they borrow any?'
