The arithmetic booklet in Mr. Wang's hand fell to the ground with a "snap".
His entire body shook, as if someone had pulled out his backbone.
The two young clerks following behind him lost all color in their faces, lowered their heads, and dared not look at anyone.
"Mr. Wang."
Mr. Chen's voice was devoid of warmth.
"My old friend bled for the country, is he not even worthy of a bit of homesickness?"
Qian Zhenhua also stepped forward, picking up the booklet from the ground and brushing off the dust.
"Mr. Wang, are these a hundred thousand textbooks a 'capitalist' action orchestrated by our education bureau in collaboration with Mr. Lin?"
Mr. Wang's lips trembled, unable to utter a word.
He had come today to conduct an inspection.
To establish his authority.
But now, he himself had become the one being tried.
Outside the courtyard, the neighbors who were watching the commotion through the cracks in the door and over the wall, had already erupted.
