Hu Hua panicked immediately upon seeing the situation.
He grabbed Ma Baotian's arm with a serious expression and said.
"Old Ma, the county leadership has specifically requested to see you. This is not the time to throw a tantrum."
Hearing this, Ma Baotian's heart began to tremble.
He was just an ordinary farmer; meeting the town party secretary was already a rare event in his lifetime.
How could he possibly warrant being summoned by the county leadership?
Ma Tiejun, like Ma Baotian, was famous for his stubborn temper.
But both of them were honest brewers who believed they had never done anything morally wrong.
Now about to meet high-ranking officials, they couldn't help but feel anxious.
Hu Hua had no intention of giving them time to think and quickly said.
"We can talk about whatever it is on the way. If you dawdle any longer, it'll be too late!"
"Alright… fine."
Nodding hesitantly, Ma Baotian followed Hu Hua out of the distillery workshop.
