"How is this approach wrong? Just because I'm the boss? I'm still a militia member! Even if I weren't, it's everyone's responsibility to protect state assets..." Yan Fei argued fervently. "Also, I dare to go because I am confident. I'm not afraid of some people. How would my parents know if you don't tell them?"
Lin Baoguo suddenly found himself flustered, struggling to find counters to Yan Fei's argument.
At the same moment, in an office in the county government compound, a brisk middle-aged man was presenting a similar argument: "What's wrong with this? I see it as taking responsibility. On one hand, they are leading the locals to wealth, and on the other hand, they are protecting state assets to prevent loss. Yes, it might be a bit rash without much concern for personal safety, but isn't that spirit worth praising?"
Listening to this middle-aged man, the young man who was reporting to him stammered, "But I heard... he just wants a free transport for his farm..."
