Niu Hongzhang had someone "invite" Li Gang over. The moment he entered, Niu asked sinisterly, "Li Gang, are you determined to throw in your lot with that kid and become his thug?"
Li Gang rolled his eyes and replied without ceremony, "A thug? I'm practically starving to death. Do you think I still have the strength to hit anyone? Could I even swing a fist?"
Niu Hongzhang cast Li Gang a cold glance, then tossed a newspaper at him.
"Don't get worked up with me yet. Read the paper carefully, think carefully about the situation. Don't sell yourself off in a rush, only to end up walking into a pit of fire."
"A pit of fire?"
Li Gang took the newspaper and looked over the front and back pages twice in confusion, yet failed to see any pit of fire.
Niu Hongzhang sneered. "Li Gang, your political awareness is still so low. Back when we attended that training class together, everyone was about the same. But look at you now—if your awareness had been a little higher, you wouldn't still be the director of some tiny factory."
Li Gang lifted his head coldly, one corner of his mouth crooked in mockery. "Old Niu, did you really rise faster than me because your awareness was higher? Why did I hear that you sold out your best friend and climbed upward by stepping on his head?"
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An icy aura seemed to radiate from Niu Hongzhang's entire body, as if he might leap up and strangle Li Gang to death the next moment.
Yet in the end, he merely took back the newspaper and tapped an international news item with his finger.
Li Gang focused on it and found that it was news of Turkmenistan declaring independence.
He mocked, "What does that