Zhao Ritian did not understand.
"What do you mean, what should we do about Bingzhou?"
Lu Chengwen said, "Old Ma is scum. A person like him wouldn't deserve pity even if he were ground to dust. I'd like to tear him apart and make soup out of him, then feed his bones to dogs. And it'd be easy. I wouldn't even need to do it myself. Dituo Wang could handle it perfectly with Zhang Long and Zhao Hu."
"Then..."
"We didn't come here to drink soup and pick bones!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Have you seen what Bingzhou looks like? Have you seen those desolate residential buildings in the suburbs? Have you seen those so-called roads, full of potholes and patched over countless times, only to become completely warped after one rainstorm? Have you looked at the financial statements of Bingzhou Mining Group? Have you read the reports showing that the average income in the Bingzhou government's jurisdiction has barely grown in recent years, while inflation has never stopped?"
"I..."
Lu Chengwen said, "This city needs money, people, change, and hope!"
"Then let's do it!"
"I am doing it!" Lu Chengwen said. "Can't you see?"
"But... that Old Ma..."
"He's a local tyrant!" Lu Chengwen said. "Don't think he's easy to deal with just because he was trembling earlier! He's ruled Bingzhou with one hand for so many years. Do you think he could have survived until today without some real skills? He's dug his roots deep here. Why should he give up his profits just because you showed up? His resistance was exactly what I expected! If you don't feed him and make him comfortable, underhanded obstacles like today's will keep appearing. We won't be able to guard against them all! Even if we can, we'll be run ragged and