Bringing Up a Wall of Mud

After Zhou Chenglei left, Li Zhihua said to the man lying on the ground, "Get up already!"

Administrator: "I can't get up. All the joints in my hands and feet are dislocated! Brother Zhihua, carry me to the doctor! I can't walk—I can't even crawl."

"..."

Li Zhihua: "What on earth were you doing? How did you make the other party so angry?"

With Zhou Chenglei's status, he wouldn't haggle so meticulously with a market administrator.

The administrator felt wronged too. "I only tore off the Red Paper from his stall. He caught me, and then I refused to admit it. Tell me, it wasn't even a big deal, but he actually dislocated all four of my limbs. He was acting like a tyrant! I didn't even call the police to have him arrested!"

"What were you thinking? Helping people rent out their stalls and earning a little commission is perfectly reasonable! If you had properly talked to those stall owners, it would have been a mutually beneficial arrangement. But tearing off other people's contact information—that's forced buying and selling, and that's going too far! You were caught and still refused to admit it. That means you're set in your ways! Even a saint would get angry after running into someone like you!"

"I only thought of it because I saw some Red Paper blown away by the wind. Who would have thought I'd be so unlucky? I didn't tear his stall's paper off completely, and he caught me. That man was bad too. He deliberately put up a piece of Red Paper as a trap and lured me into stepping right into it!"

Li Zhihua felt that this man was truly beyond saving. There was something crooked in his character, and he didn't know how to repent. "He doesn't