"I..." Zhao Qingzhu's bluster instantly deflated.
Zhao Jun sneered and pointed toward the gate of the Logging Camp. "All logs entering the camp have to be brought right up to the end of the pile. You didn't. You just dropped your logs here. What are the other guys supposed to do? You're one rotten fish spoiling the whole pot of soup, you know that?"
"But you still can't refuse to scale my logs!" Zhao Qingzhu forced himself to stand his ground, shouting, "We skidders worked our asses off to haul these back..."
Zhao Jun jutted his chin out at him. "So, are you going to hit me?"
Zhao Qingzhu was speechless.
He wanted to, but he didn't dare.
Zhao Jun added, "You can go report me to the forestry bureau. See if what I'm doing is by the book or not."
