Zhang Yuanmin chased it for four or five hundred meters before he saw the truck parked on the side of the road. He ran over, leaning on the back of the truck bed, and bent over, gasping for breath.
Just then, the passenger door opened and Zhao Jun got out. The first thing he said to Zhang Yuanmin was, "Yuanmin, how come you didn't lead the Black Bear here?"
"Bro... Brother!" Zhang Yuanmin wasn't angry with Zhao Jun yet. He just said, "Why do you always have to mess with me like this?"
Zhao Jun pursed his lips and said helplessly, "Brother, that plan of yours wasn't just stupid, it was the gold standard of stupid."
"What's wrong with it?" If Zhao Jun had criticized anything else, Zhang Yuanmin wouldn't have argued. But if someone said his idea was bad, Zhang Yuanmin definitely had to have his say.
Zhang Yuanmin continued, "Brother, wasn't that a brilliant plan I came up with?"
