A week later, when Zhou Jiao returned from work and stepped into the courtyard, she heard Yi Jiefang's loud voice excitedly recounting these trivial matters in the living room.
Of course, his main focus wasn't on the people who had already been uprooted, but on lamenting that the old buddies weren't in Beijing and missed out on joining the fun.
"As soon as we got off work, Da Zhi figured out a way for us to go check out what was going on. Such a spectacular event didn't even make the headlines, what a pity."
Wan Dayong interjected irritably, "On the newspaper? Dream on! If it hadn't been such a big deal, they probably would have already been secretly executed. But those heroic folks who pulled it off are quite amazing, now things outside have quieted down."
