Zhou Huaijin didn't speak very loudly, but since everyone knew the TV station was coming, all the villagers—busy or not—had spruced themselves up and made their way to the village entrance to see what was going on. After all, if they happened to get caught on camera, they'd be on TV, right?
So, of course, the surrounding villagers heard every word he said.
Immediately, someone retorted, unconvinced, "Young man, what are you talking about? The roads in our village were all built by Brother Dali!"
"That's right! And the streetlights, the exercise equipment—Dali was the one who had all that installed. What's it got to do with Chi Yuanshan?"
"You said it. When Chi Yuanshan was hauling in money by the sackful, he never thought of us. The second he went broke, he came crawling back. Fine, come back if you want, but then he goes and frames Brother Dali, sending him to prison! A man like that donating money for roads? Pah!"
