Hearing this, Zhao Jun had to admit that Zhang Yuanmin wasn't really at fault for what happened today. The other haulers had been the ones plying him with drinks and everything.
The problem, however, was Zhang Yuanmin's ridiculously high standing at the No. 77 Logging Camp. Anything he said, people believed.
Winter production was about to end, so Zhang Yuanmin wouldn't be able to go after a Black Bear's Den again this season. But what about next winter? If he rounded up another group of men to rampage through the mountains, it would be a huge problem.
Zhao Jun knew that Zhang Yuanmin had come to him hoping to borrow his gun and dogs to help solidify his status among the logging camp workers.
Hunting a bear for its gall was a good thing, but if they kept this up, those men would trust Zhang Yuanmin's word even more.
And Zhang Yuanmin was always talking about his brilliant strategies and ingenious plans, acting like success was a sure thing.
