On the stage.
Yan Fei was actually quite surprised.
These guys, weren't most of them unhappy about me coming up just now? How did their attitude change so quickly?
He pondered for a moment and understood; the reason they were unhappy was because the Iron rice bowl had always looked down on the Mud rice bowl. Now that this Mud rice bowl had climbed above the Iron rice bowl, of course they weren't pleased.
But regardless of whether it's gold, silver, iron, or mud, at the end of the day, this rice bowl is one's own — though some people have already gone to hold others' rice bowls, there's no choice there.
So the discomfort in Yan Fei's heart disappeared amidst the applause. He could see clearly from the stage that those below, and the ones on stage and around, truly showed sincerity.
