I wonder if those people who sold their assets for cheap and wandered to foreign lands would spit blood if they knew about this news.
But Zhang Wen thought, not only would they spit blood, they might spit an entire liter. The government aid wasn't just about giving money; it also helped them relocate and rebuild homes. Families with members who became ill because of rare metals would even get free treatment for life.
Free treatment for life—what kind of concept is that? How much money does that amount to? So, Zhang Wen was sure those people would be spitting blood.
Thinking back to the past, when those people knelt before him, pleading desperately, no matter how much he opposed, and begged him to strike out at a young girl who had once helped them—how did he feel back then? How shocked, how panicked, how...
