Tang Fei looked at Chen Binghan with some surprise; those were his subordinates or colleagues...
Just let him slaughter them like that?
Even Bai Wuxin, sitting there bored and always uninterested in politics, began counting the number of peanuts on his plate, with an amused glance turned over, hmm, this kid's style of doing things...
I like it.
Chen Binghan noticed Tang Fei's change in expression, sat upright with his spine straight, and spoke seriously and solemnly: "A great man once said, 'Revolution is not a dinner party, not writing an essay, not painting or doing embroidery, cannot be so refined, leisurely, and gentle, courteous, thrifty and deferential. Revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.'"
"We are going through a brutal war; it's life and death, blood and fire, conspiracy and betrayal… They are my subordinates, colleagues, even friends."
