Deputy Director Zhao Yaozu walked in with a beer belly. The gold watch on his left hand flashed dazzlingly under the fluorescent lamp.
His voice was so loud that the entire floor could hear it. Several female police officers passing by stopped and poked their heads in to watch the excitement.
Zhao Long did not raise his head.
He's used to it.
Since the day he was demoted to the archives room three months ago, Zhao Yaozu has kicked the door and called him "trash" once a day.
"What's my question to you? Are you deaf?"
