Zhao Xiangyang dialed Ma Weiguo's number.
"Brother Ma, there's a car parked in the community for over an hour now. We asked him to move it but instead, he started swearing."
"Then call him again. If he doesn't move the car, get a tow truck over. He's just asking for trouble."
"Understood, Brother Ma."
Zhao Xiangyang dialed the number once again.
"Are you done yet? You must feel miserable if you don't shout at me, huh!"
"Sir, this is our duty. If you don't come down and move the car, we'll have to call a tow truck."
"You're something, huh? Try touching my car."
Just like the first time, without giving Zhao Xiangyang a chance to speak, the other party hung up.
The two exchanged a glance, Zhao Xiangyang said:
"Lin Bro, what now? Looks like he's determined to make trouble for us."
"Brother Ma already told us, if he doesn't move the car, call the tow truck."
"Can we really call one?" Zhao Xiangyang said:
"If we have the car towed away, it's going to cause a big scene."
