A jar of liquor came flying toward him.
He deftly dodged it.
The jar shattered on the ground, and instantly the aroma of wine filled the air.
What a waste! Zhao Erting thought.
"Fuck off!"
The familiar voice of General Du Yehu returned...
Du Yehu roared, "Do I look like I'm asking you what you think? You half-wit who can barely read, your opinion counts for shit!"
Zhao Erting shrank back, and for some reason, he now felt much more at ease.
He said grievously, "But it was you who asked!"
Du Yehu wanted to throw another jar at him, but seeing none around, he thought about throwing the military book in front of him that he barely understood, yet he decided against reaching for it.
He just shouted angrily, "I'm asking what else that old dog Zhang said!"
Zhao Erting scratched his head, "That's all he seemed to have said."
The matter suppressed by the State Minister, Mr. Zhang probably didn't dare to say more...
