In the eyes of the veteran, he couldn't distinguish between city management officers and soldiers; it was just because their uniforms were similar that he mistakenly thought they were soldiers.
"I'll bow to your mother." The city management officer kicked the veteran's hands away, "I do you a favor, who'll do me a favor? Get lost, truly anger me, and I'll stomp even your medals to bits!"
The surrounding onlookers burst into laughter as well, feeling no sympathy for the veteran's plight. Such things happened too often; they were played out in every small or large place in Huaxia.
Seeing it frequently, they became numb, and thus they laughed carelessly in their indifference.
"I beg you all, I just have this one elderly partner." Tears welled up in the veteran's eyes, and he looked towards the onlookers: "Please, help me, give me some money, and I can sell these medals to you!"
