"Speaking up for the people?"
Li Ye watched Old Ding stroll away at his leisure, feeling both moved and puzzled.
He did not know whether his master, Old Ding, was like certain elders who hated evil as though it were a mortal enemy, loathed vermin to the marrow, and would risk being flayed alive just to drag them down from their perch. But Old Ding's move this time truly counted as divine support.
Old Ding's report had approached the matter from the angle of Wu Qingyi, deputy section chief of the Supply Department, and it was backed by detailed evidence. It was nothing like those ridiculous eight-cent stamp affairs. Trying to quietly bury it was unlikely to work.
And judging by how Xiao Jingang and the others had hurried away just now, Old Ding had truly stabbed them right in the vital spot this time.
But when had Old Ding begun gathering information and preparing to strike? Li Ye had never asked Old Ding to serve as this kind of hired hand for him.
After all, there was only a thin line between a hired hand and cannon fodder.
But Li Ye suddenly recalled something Old Ding had told him not long ago.
At the time, Li Ye had said, "Master, you'll retire in less than two years. Otherwise, I would definitely get you transferred to First Branch Factory."
Old Ding had merely replied, "Two years is enough time to do a great many things."
At the time, Li Ye had thought Old Ding meant to give full play to his remaining strength, to shine with all the brilliance accumulated over twenty years of frustrated ambition before retirement. He had never expected his master to pull off something this big.
This was something that deeply offended people. Plenty of people