"Li Wei, Li Wei."
He Chong sighed as he spoke the man's name, repeating it once before asking, "You've always held Li Wei in such high regard. Why?"
Without waiting for his son's reply, He Chong answered his own question. "It's those twenty or thirty years of old experience at work. Back then, that Li Wei fellow used soft knives and hard knives alike. Stabbed in, pulled out—he scared the hell out of all of you in the end."
He Donglou saw the corner of his old man's eye twitch. He did not know whether Grandfather's words had provoked him, or whether he had truly recalled certain unbearable memories.
He Bozheng quickly spoke up in explanation, his pace slightly faster. "This isn't a matter of being afraid or not. We have to consider things from every angle. Li Wei's infiltration into certain fields has reached an irreversible level. Even here in Xia City, so many people rely on him. If you want to get things done, there's simply no avoiding him."
He Chong shook his head. "You only talk about how you can't avoid him, but in the end, has he ever even looked at you properly? You're just greedy for whatever benefits he might let slip out, so you crowd around him—then get frightened by what lies behind those benefits..."
He Bozheng opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.
That was practically an admission.
In such circumstances, He Donglou found it increasingly unbearable. He was not someone with particularly strong empathy, nor did he feel especially deeply about those old events. But as a human being—especially a member of Sky He—shouldn't one at least have some backbone?
And even without that, becoming a cold-blooded political animal, a pure calculator of interests, would at least be worthy of their