After the assistant brought over the large vat, he looked at Zhao Rong in astonishment. "Boss, why did you have me bring a vat over?"
The Vice President, who was standing nearby, scratched his head in confusion. "Forget a vat. Even if you brought over a king-sized bed, this guy still wouldn't spill his guts."
Zhao Rong sneered. "Haven't you ever heard the story 'Please, Sir, into the urn'?"
With that, Zhao Rong directed his assistant to fill the vat with water and then set a roaring blaze beneath it.
When the Ghost Catching Taoist Priest from Laoshan saw Zhao Rong heating the water, he said mockingly, "Young man, are you drawing a bath for me? As it happens, I haven't bathed in a week. Your big vat will be perfect."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong immediately ordered his assistant to throw the Taoist Priest into the vat.
The Taoist Priest, having been tossed into the vat, began scrubbing himself and sang enjoyably, "Scrub-a-dub-dub, scrub-a-dub-dub! I'm scrubbing and scrubbing away..."
