"Young man, your name is Chen Zhezhe, right?" Zhou Qiang walked up to Chen Zhezhe, looking at him with a smile. Although amiable, his manner carried an unquestionable air of authority.
This attitude was typical of the high and mighty—the way society's upper crust treats those at the bottom.
It was like a king "amiably" chatting with a gardener, or a county party secretary visiting a household living in a dilapidated, drafty home slated for imminent demolition, handing over a bag of rice while saying: "If you have any difficulties, bring them to us; we will definitely resolve them with all our might..."
Chapter 411