The workers' gazes shifted from those boxes of red bricks to Director Wang's deathly pale, chubby face.
In those eyes, there was shock, anger, and the humiliation of being deceived.
"Clatter"
Another wooden crate was pried open by a soldier.
Inside, once again, neatly stacked red bricks.
One piece.
Two pieces.
Three pieces.
Each red brick was like a resounding slap, smacking the faces of every color TV factory worker.
Director Wang's legs went weak, nearly causing him to kneel.
But he quickly forced himself to stand straight again.
Don't confess!
Confessing means total ruin!
He suddenly slapped his thigh and burst into wailing cries.
"I... I'm a victim too!"
Director Wang wiped his nose and tears, pointing at those red bricks.
"Those damned Germans! They tricked me!"
"Collected our foreign exchange and sent us a pile of bricks!"
"Who... who can I reason with?"
He performed tearfully, as if he were the most wronged person.
