He casually placed the gifts he brought against the wall.
The old village chief followed him, glanced at the things Chen Yan had brought, and frowned immediately.
Also two packs of cigarettes, two bottles of liquor, a pack of milk, and a big gift package.
But here, the cigarettes for the old village chief were Huazi, the soft kind.
The liquor was Moutai, the Feitian kind.
The old man looked carefully at Chen Yan and his tone had a touch of reproach: "Did you make a fortune? Bringing me such expensive things?"
As he said this, he grabbed Chen Yan's arm and dragged him into the yard. When they reached the wall, the old man let go and stared at Chen Yan's eyes: "Tell me clearly! What's going on with you?"
"What's going on?" Chen Yan smiled and shook his arm.
The old man was still very strong; those few tugs of his had quite the force.
Well! It seems his health is still good, he can live many more years.
