"Does this really work?"
Lu Liang was on the phone while walking, nodded at Li Bing who was squatting by the door, and entered the New Chenghai Building together.
"Maybe it does." Zhang Jing was unsure, not knowing if Boss Lu would buy into it.
"It's useless for us; everyone must pay for their actions, and they know that too." Lu Liang smiled faintly, recalling some institutions that liked writing little essays.
Such as parents being bedridden, medical expenses still unpaid, thus financing long, resulting in a crash, and if it falls further, then what will happen.
The pattern is old, but very effective. As long as it's written with enough emotional appeal, there will always be passionate youths taken in, acting impulsively, becoming the scapegoat for these institutions.
"Mr. Lu, do you think the news is fake?" Zhang Jing was surprised, also reminded of those stock market essays.
