Old Wang looked toward the voice and saw Old Zhang, a fellow from his hometown. Seeing the delight on his face, he asked in confusion, "Promoted? Old Zhang, are you pulling my leg? I'm just a street sweeper. Is there even any room for promotion?"
Old Zhang laughed and scolded him. "You stubborn old mule, would I lie to you about something like this? Don't forget whose turf this is. Anything is possible here!"
As he spoke, he pulled Old Wang toward the door.
Even as he was pulled to the doorway, Old Wang did not forget to ask Grandmaster, "Grandmaster, would you like to come take a look too?"
In his eyes, perhaps only the words of an intellectual like Grandmaster counted as truth.
"Very well." Yu Xiaogang thought it over. Since he had nothing to do anyway, he did not refuse. He simply closed his book and strode out.
Seeing Grandmaster act like this made Old Zhang grind his teeth in anger, and he spat on the spot. "Pah! Who does he think he is? He really thinks he's somebody. He's just a fucking pretty boy without a scrap of ability. Old Wang, you're the only one willing to indulge someone like him."
Old Wang's eyes widened. "How can you say that? Grandmaster's knowledge is far beyond anything you or I could imagine. You must never say anything like that again."
"Knowledge? Knowledge, my ass! In an academy this open-minded, if he really knew so much, even if he couldn't become a teacher, surely he could at least be a librarian? Old Wang, you're too caught up in it to see clearly. You're far too set in your ways!"
Old Wang remained stubbornly convinced. Seeing that he could not persuade him, Old Zhang said no more and went