If they had come straight to Uncle Gen, that would have been one thing. But that one "idiot" had insulted everyone present.
Feng Wenhui ran a small business and believed harmony brought wealth, so he said nothing. Feng Wencheng was a manager in the hotel's engineering department and was about to be promoted, so he had a bit more temper. He snorted coldly. "Duck Neck, who let you in?"
"You know me?" The lead man was skinny and dark, and really did resemble a duck neck. He eyed Feng Wencheng suspiciously and realized he did not know him, so he snorted. "Every grievance has its culprit, every debt has its owner. I'm only looking for Liu Laogen... this has nothing to do with you."
He was a local thug. Throwing his weight around in the countryside was perfectly normal for him, but he would not deliberately make too many enemies. He felt he had been fairly polite.
"This has nothing to do with us?" Zhang Zeping slammed the table hard. Already worked up, with his brother-in-law and Feng Jun beside him, he immediately snapped back. "Damn it, we're drinking here, and you barged in... do you know what trespassing is?"
Duck Neck looked at him in surprise, then a cold smile crept across his lips. "Zhang the Youngest? Whose crotch split open and let a Glutinous Rice Chicken like you crawl out?"
A small county town really was small. Duck Neck was doing fairly well for himself, so Feng Wencheng knew him. And Zhang Zeping loafed around the streets all day, so Duck Neck knew him too.
Duck Neck also knew that Zhang Zeping loved having fun, feared trouble, and had no sense of responsibility, which was why he had the nickname Glutinous Rice Chicken. He was basically a wastrel.