"He Yuzhu, you son of a b—"
"Severe punishment for He Yuzhu! Punish He Yuzhu! Down with the scoundrel who embezzles state property!"
The thousands of workers at the gate were ready to kill. They had just been thinking that if the lunchbox contained nothing but scraps, they might plead for leniency on He Yuzhu’s behalf and let the matter slide. But reality had slapped them hard in the face.
Scraps? If those succulent, oil-drenched strips of braised meat were scraps, then what were they eating? Pig slop?
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