The Most Correct Choice

These people were in their sixties or seventies. Whether in their clothing or their bearing, they were clearly different from ordinary elderly folk. One look was enough to tell they had lived lives of privilege.

At the sight of them, Liu Xingtai immediately bent at the waist and said with an ingratiating smile, "Director Wang, Chief Sun..."

"Cut the nonsense."

The white-shirted old man in the lead impatiently waved his hand. "Is that charity hospital of yours opening today?"

"Yes."

Liu Xingtai asked carefully, "Director Wang, may I ask what the problem is?"

"The problem is huge!"

Director Wang glared with eyes as large as bronze bells, spraying spittle across Liu Xingtai's face. "We haven't even moved out yet, and you're already opening up. Are you deliberately making things difficult for us?"

"No."

Liu Xingtai felt wronged beyond measure. "Director Wang, didn't we notify you half a month in advance?"

"I've lived here for ten years, and you expect me to move out in half a month?"

Director Wang grew even more overbearing. "I knew you capitalists were all no good. Don't think having people backing you up means you can do whatever you please. Let me tell you plainly—we're not made of mud!"

"If you want to drive us away, not a chance!"

"Right, not a chance!"

"Keep dreaming!"

The old men behind him were worked into a frenzy, every face flushed red, making Gao Jing unable to help worrying about their blood vessels.

Liu Xingtai felt even more wronged. "Leaders, we never tried to drive you away. Didn't we already agree that anyone willing to stay could stay?"

"Stop putting on that act!"

Director Wang looked as though he wanted nothing more than to skin Liu Xingtai alive and pull his bones apart. "All the original medical staff