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It must be said that although Wang An had a smile on his face as he looked at the room full of people, he was actually not very happy inside.

Aside from his own relatives, whom he didn't find annoying, Wang An was genuinely annoyed, even disgusted, by some of the villagers in the house.

The main problem was that a few people were quite uncouth; they either smoked pipes or rolled coarse paper cigarettes, filling the entire living room with smoke.

Of course, most men in the countryside smoke, and Wang Dazhu and his son Wang An also smoke, so Wang An could tolerate it in this respect.

The key point is that these guys not only kept smoking one cigarette after another, but they completely ignored the tin cans that Wang Dazhu had prepared for them to use as ashtrays.

Instead, they just flicked the cigarette ash around carelessly and threw cigarette butts everywhere, leaving the living room floor covered in black ash and yellowish cigarette butts.

The most infuriating and unacceptable thing is spitting everywhere.

There are always a few people who have absolutely no manners. After a series of coughs, they spit out a large amount of yellowish-brown phlegm on the ground, sometimes mixed with cigarette ash and cigarette butts.
You should know that Wang An's house has a heated floor, so the ground there gets very hot, and the sticky phlegm will dry out quickly.

The end result is either that the phlegm forms a yellowish-brown mark, or that the phlegm sticks cigarette ash and butts firmly to the bricks on the ground.

That's fucking amazing!
It's absolutely disgusting, like opening the door to disgusting things! It's utterly disgusting!

After greeting everyone with a smile, Wang An turned the TV volume down to the lowest setting, then pointed to the freshly spat phlegm on the ground, as well as the dried phlegm, and said with a displeased expression:

“We’re all from the same village, so it’s perfectly fine for us to come over and watch TV with you whenever we’re free. We welcome you all.”

Suddenly raising his voice, Wang An said again:

"But you guys just do it like that?"

Looking around at everyone, Wang An frowned, his eyes wide, and pointed excitedly at the ground, saying:

"Come on, all of you, look down! Why is there so much yellowish, sticky phlegm all over the floor? Huh? Who the hell spat all that? I'm just wondering, would you spit phlegm like that in your own homes?"

After pausing for a moment, mainly to allow everyone to process his words, Wang An continued with a displeased expression:
"That phlegm looks just like shit, isn't that disgusting? Oh my god, some of it was even dried out!"

"What? Are you using my living room as a toilet? Is that even appropriate? Huh? Is that appropriate?"

Wang An's series of questions, coupled with his furious expression, immediately made the people who were constantly coughing and spitting phlegm blush with embarrassment.

The main problem was that he couldn't help but blush with embarrassment. Being insulted and criticized by Wang An in front of so many people was unbearable, even for the most shameless person.

So after Wang An finished speaking, several villagers blushed and said one after another:

"I just came to your house to watch TV for a while, why are you acting so arrogant and disrespectful?"

"Yeah, we all live in the same village, we see each other all the time, so why is there no human touch at all?"

"Exactly, so you don't need to ask for favors anymore? But now that you have a TV, let's watch your lousy antics."

"If you don't want us to watch, then so be it. Who are you trying to impress with this whole mess?" Without exception, these people were distorting Wang An's meaning, only bringing up the issue of watching TV, while remaining completely silent about the sticky phlegm all over the floor.

However, Wang An's approach to things was always the same: either he didn't do it at all, or if he did, he would make sure it was done perfectly the first time, eliminating the problem completely from its root.

There was nothing Wang An could do; he simply couldn't stand the sight of his house filled with sticky yellow phlegm.

Moreover, rural people in this era might not recognize it, but Wang An knew that phlegm contained germs and could transmit lung diseases or other infectious diseases.

Even the common cold virus can be transmitted to others through phlegm.

It is obvious that the people who suffer the most from phlegm are Wang An's family.

Because these people can leave after watching TV, while Wang An's family has to live in the house forever.

The main problem is that phlegm is not only very difficult to clean, but the germs inside cannot be killed in one go.

The worst part is that it can make the person cleaning it feel incredibly disgusted!

Although phlegm is spat out of the mouth, it's no exaggeration to say that to others, it's on par with feces.

Before buying the television, Wang An had already anticipated this situation and also foreseen that he would offend many villagers because of it.

However, since Wang An had already anticipated this, he was naturally prepared to offend people.

To Wang An's surprise, the TV had only been installed that morning, and this kind of thing happened that afternoon. It was all too fast.

But since we've already offended someone, we might as well show no mercy and go all the way to offend them completely.

So after these people finished speaking, Wang An said with a forced smile:
"Are you guys deaf? I'm talking about this phlegm everywhere, and you're talking to me about watching TV?"

After a pause, Wang An pointed at the person who had said, "So your family doesn't need to ask for favors anymore?" and said bluntly:

"Old Niu, who the hell do you think you are? You just tilt your head all day long, and I expect you to do me a favor? Tell me, what the hell can I use you for? What the hell can you do?"

After a pause, Wang An pointed to the phlegm sticking to Niu Laowai's feet and said very seriously and firmly:

"Now, right now, clean up that pile of phlegm in front of you. After you've cleaned it up, you can continue watching TV if you want, or get the hell out of here."

Following Wang An's pointing finger, the people around him looked down at Niu Laowai's feet, their expressions a colorful mix of disdain.

The main problem was that Niu Laowai spat out several mouthfuls of phlegm together, which looked like a large pile of yellowish-brown excrement, making anyone who saw it feel extremely nauseous.

Those sitting in front of Niu Laowai, after seeing that huge clump of phlegm, subconsciously moved a few feet to the sides.

Clearly, these people also have a strong aversion to phlegm. (End of Chapter)