Facing his brother's questioning, Wang Qiang appeared indifferent. He raised his hand skyward, then, drawing out the tone in sheer impatience, said, "I gotta pee, is there a problem?"
After speaking, as if feeling that wasn't enough to convey his point, he simply stopped walking, loosened the belt from his waist, and right there in the midst of everyone, brazenly took out the "Gatling Vulcan cannon" from his crotch and started a figurative "blast bombardment" towards the field in front of him.
Refreshing! As the "ammo" continued to cascade out, Wang Qiang felt an unprecedented comfort, so much so that he leisurely started humming, "The wind is roaring, the horses are growling, the Yellow River is raging, the Yellow River is raging!"
The sound gradually grew louder, and as he sang with feeling, Wang Qiang actually started roaring.
This left Hu Xiaodong, who was far off on the car roof, smiling a bitter smile in silence.
