Hua Qingdong, the head of Huatian Group, heard the voice on the phone and immediately sat up straight, showing great respect.
It was like a student seeing his teacher.
"Hello, teacher. What's the occasion for calling me so late? I was just thinking of visiting you sometime in the next couple of days."
The voice on the other end sounded unhurried, as if they were simply chatting:
"Qingdong, you're the most outstanding of my students. But when people rise to high positions and make a lot of money, they sometimes make small mistakes. I'm not calling for any other reason—just to remind you that no matter how high our positions or how much money we make, we must stay true to our principles and take serving our country and its people as our responsibility. Only then will we have lived up to the oath you all took when you enrolled."
Hearing his teacher's words, Hua Qingdong felt a sudden jolt.
If his teacher were still the same university lecturer he'd once been, Hua Qingdong would have listened respectfully at most, then forgotten about it.
But after entering politics, his teacher had steadily risen through the ranks. He was now Director Zhang.
On the surface, Director Zhang didn't seem to have any direct connection to his interests.
Nothing happening anywhere within his group seemed to have anything to do with Director Zhang.
But it was already nine at night, and Director Zhang had called to say these things. There was obviously a reason.
Thinking this, Hua Qingdong quickly replied respectfully:
"Teacher, you taught us to examine ourselves three times a day. I may have been a little lax about self-reflection over the past few days, but don't worry. I'll take a good look at myself right away. I'll make sure I