Synopsis
"Mr. Liu, what do you think of being selected as the cover character of the era?"
Liu Chunlai grinned in response to the reporter's question . "What dare you think? I'm just the village chief!" The
reporter nearly vomited blood and died.
"Mr. Liu, Hulu Village has become the world's largest company in just 30 years. Can you pass on some experience?" the reporter asked again.
"I'm just the village chief. This is what all the villagers have achieved under the leadership of our party secretary." The
reporter did not give up: "Mr. Liu, I heard that no one in Hulu Village can oppose your decision?"
"Who farts? Lao Tzu is just the village head, really, just the village head, the village head is under the control of the branch secretary." Liu Chunlai was angry, this reporter is really nothing.
"The branch secretary is your father, and they say that the whole village is you..."
"Come here, throw this reporter out of Lintang and wake up!" Liu Chunlai was too lazy to talk nonsense, "Remember, I'm just the village chief. It's so much to provoke our internal relations..."
Liu Fuwang, who was sitting on the side wrapped in leaf smoke, put down the one-foot-long pipe that had been raised.
