"You're talking about Yin Shiqing—he went into politics in his early twenties. After a thirty‑year political career, do you really think he achieved so little?"
"But in the end, the people he killed, the mistakes he made, make it really hard to judge whether, in his life, his merits outweigh his faults, or whether his sins wipe out all his achievements."
Ma Xingchang lifted his eyes slightly and looked at Bai Sidong, and couldn't help asking,
"But if you don't try, how will you ever know you can't do it?"
This question made Bai Sidong genuinely laugh from the bottom of his heart.
"Is that very funny?"
"That's why you became the Old Man's student."
"..."
Ma Xingchang was stunned for a moment.
"You're the one thinking about climbing up, about breaking new ground. I'm not."
"Xing Chang, this is good. At the very least, I'll make sure that position of municipal public security bureau chief is locked down tight for you."
"..."
