But after Du Heng listened carefully for a while, he was sure of it. Everything the old man said was from his own thesis; even the order of the sentences hadn't been changed.
And he still claims it took five generations of his family to research this?
Du Heng was growing exasperated. If he dares to spout that 'decision that goes against the ancestors' nonsense today, then I'm prepared to do something 'against organizational discipline' myself!
Du Heng looked at the old man, his eyes sharp.
The more the old man spoke, the stronger the sense of oppression in Du Heng's eyes became, and the gloomier his face grew.
Slowly, the old man began to feel the pressure. His tone was not as firm as before, and while speaking, he kept glancing at Du Heng.
Even the ever-smiling host noticed that the atmosphere was somewhat off.
Then, after their eyes met briefly, they began to shift the topic to Du Heng.
