"Are you serious right now?" asked Zhong Young Zheng as he glared at Bai Long Qiang. The man just shrugged his shoulders like it wasn't that big of a deal.
"We aren't going with you; I thought I had made that pretty obvious. However, I could ask Fan Teng Fei or Si Dong to say it in another language if you think that would help," answered Bai Long Qiang as he stuck his hands in his pocket.
To say that lines had been drawn in the sand was an understatement.
We all stood outside in the parking lot, with over 60 people on one side nearest the mall and only nine people on the other. Chang Guo Zi looked at me, the expression on his face one of regret, but I understood his hands were tied.
Part of being a good leader was listening to those on his team. And that was what he did.
He knew he was making the wrong decision, but he stood by his team until the bitter end.
