章 1517: Aung Bar Lay

At Da Mao's words, the good-natured stall owner's face changed immediately. He fished out a drill rod from behind his back and brandished it, ready to hit Da Mao. A litany of Burmese fell from his lips as he prattled on aggressively.

Liu Zi stopped him. "What? Bad enough that your stock is bad, now you're not letting our colleague tell us as much?"

He then turned to glare at Da Mao. "F*ck, hold your damned tongue. Are you looking to get hit? Why are you running your mouth at a place like this?"

Da Mao looked indignant. "Master Liu, I'm your consultant, I have to give you my honest opinion."

Liu Zi shot back angrily, "But you don't have to be so loud about it. We're the only ones who need to know!"