Lin Wufeng's approach left some room to maneuver.
Normally, as long as they took the initiative to block the hole, the neighbors would let the matter end there if they had even a shred of decency.
But he knew the plot well and knew exactly what sort of people Wang Yong and his family next door were.
Unreasonable people would never rein themselves in because of your restraint; unless you made things painful for them, they would only push further.
After a moment's silence, he shook his head and said, "Uncle Lin, if people don't cross me, I don't cross them.
"The way I see it, what you're doing probably won't help. I'd say we should wait until the middle of the night and stuff something into their drainpipe first.
"We can leave the hole in the wall for now. Once it starts pouring, we'll seal the hole from our side. Then they won't be able to clear the pipe or drain the water into our yard. Let the rainwater back up and make their whole family swim around inside their house."
Lin Wufeng was taken aback.
He hadn't expected this little fellow to repay even the smallest slight.
And his words were clear and well reasoned; there really wasn't anything to fault.
He thought Zhou Cheng's idea was indeed good, both satisfying and effective.
But he was an adult, after all, with an old-fashioned mindset deep in his bones. He always felt that courtesy should come before force and that one should leave some room in everything.
Smiling, he patted Zhou Cheng's shoulder. "Jingcheng, that's your name, right? Your thinking is sound. If someone crosses us, we certainly should hit back hard.
"But then again, we've only just moved in as neighbors, and we don't know each other yet.