Xu Qinghuan had seen too many people who disregarded the lives and livelihoods of ordinary folks simply for the sake of their own performance reviews.
They waved banners of righteousness while acting entirely out of self-interest.
Perhaps he, too, had once intended to drag the Shangjiang Production Brigade down with him, but when a person is drowning, the rare few who can still think of leaving others a way out are truly saints—creatures as scarce as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, vanishingly rare in this world.
Chapter 326