Xie Chun had lumped Deputy Tang in with the roughnecks, and that left him somewhat unhappy. But he couldn't show it. All he could do was stew over it in private.
He just couldn't understand it. Xiao Pu was weak and bookish, useless at everything, and didn't even have the guts to kill someone. He was such a coward that even when a woman was sent to his room, he didn't dare take off his pants. So why did Master Xie think so highly of him?
And he was the only one of his kind, at that?
So many brothers risked their lives for Master Xie, yet in the end they were worth less than some guy who just ran his mouth?
No wonder Deputy Tang was so full of doubts.
Of course, Xie Chun wasn't about to explain himself to Deputy Tang. He knew exactly how to handle roughnecks like him. Just give them something to do, and that was that.
Heart-to-heart talks, treating people with courtesy, equality and respect—that was all bullshit.
These roughnecks didn't care about any of that.
You had to joke around with them, chew them out when they deserved it, and drink with them. That was how they came to accept you as their boss. If you tried to lecture them about everything, not only would they tune you out, they'd think you were a weak, wishy-washy boss—and they still might not respect you.
Deputy Tang might have been grumbling to himself, but he wouldn't dare talk back to Xie Chun.
He mumbled his agreement, then couldn't help adding, "Master Xie, from the way Xiao Pu talked, he really doesn't think we're going to win this battle."
Deputy Tang had only said those things to Xiao Pu because Xie Chun had told him to