I kowtowed for half a night in front of the mass grave, and the gravel from tombstone No. 7 Dug into my palms. The woman in red threw a pension of 300,000 yuan at my feet, saying it was the goodwill of the organization. I stood up holding the stack of bank cards and chewed the smell of blood in my mouth - I collect the money and remember the people. Thirty-five human lives have taught us enough lessons. From now on, this country has to change its approach.
