Siheyuan: Don't Treat the Security Office Like a Decoration

In 1962, in the capital, at the Hongxing Number Three Steel Mill. The security guards stood ramrod straight at the factory gate, rifles slung over their shoulders. In the crowd, a young man stared blankly, several bloody scratches across his face, as if someone had clawed him. “Li Yueming! Still asleep? Get your act together!” His mentor, Chen Meng, strode over and launched into a scathing reprimand. He'd disgraced the entire security department.