Xu Yun had to admit, the offer was nothing short of sincere.
Then Lin Zhenhua poured Zhou Shan a cup of tea and asked:
"Old Zhou, so what's your plan?"
Zhou Shan leaned back, folded his arms across his chest, and scoffed:
"Plan? Leaving is out of the question. Why would a perfectly good Huaxia man like me go work abroad?"
"Overseas, you can't get West Lake Vinegar Fish, Huadiao Drunken Crab, or Tengqiao Smoked Chicken. Sure, the pay's higher, but in this life—besides money—shouldn't we still have some loyalty to our homeland?"
Hearing those words about loyalty to one's country and family,
Xu Yun hesitated for a moment, then asked:
"Academician Zhou, aren't you angry?"
"Angry? Angry at what?"
Zhou Shan glanced at him and shook his head:
"I know what you're hinting at, but I was right in the thick of it and I understand the ins and outs far better than you all do."
