"What?"
When Zhao Youquan heard the mayor say he had to pay for the road construction himself, his mouth fell open in shock; spending his own money was like demanding his life.
"What, reluctant to part with it? Then, fine!"
With a dark expression, the mayor continued.
"If Wang Hao tells the county head about this matter, and upon investigation, they find you haven't built the road, and further inquire into the reason behind it..."
The mayor didn't finish his words, but Zhao Youquan's complexion had already turned bloodless, knowing full well that if a real inquiry began from above, he'd end up spending the rest of his life behind bars.
It looked like he didn't want to spend the money on the road construction, but he had no choice.
Zhao Youquan had only himself to blame for this; it was a case of evil begetting evil, and he could only skulk away from the mayor's office to go home and address the road.