It really is a tremendous gain, this time we can solve things for a lot of people again.
Old Yang and the others talked for four hours straight; it was already time to go home, yet Feng Yongqiang had no intention of stopping.
Old Yang was anxious, but he knew he couldn't show it. Feng Yongqiang might speak today, but after tonight, nobody knows what might happen—better to resolve it today.
During the conversation, Old Yang directly handed a cigarette to Feng Yongqiang and poured him water several times.
"Old Yang, don't you think this is self-inflicted? If you hadn't come, I was prepared to keep silent until the end."
"Take care. Is there anything you need? If I can bring it for you, I'll definitely help."
Feng Yongqiang shook his head, "No need, I don't need anything. Now that it's come to this, it's better to just stay grounded."
