"A letter from the leader? The leader is praising me?" Wang Zhengguo felt as if he were dreaming, floating and unsteady, his legs feeling weak, "I should go home and lie down, I must be dreaming and I haven't woken up yet!"
The government officials chuckled, and Cheng Baoguo pinched Wang's arm, asking, "Did that hurt?"
"It hurts!" Wang Zhengguo nodded, gritting his teeth in pain.
Although it was autumn, the weather was not too cold, and he was wearing a sweaty shirt, his arms bare to facilitate his work.
"If it hurts, then you know you're not dreaming!" Cheng Baoguo raised an eyebrow. Even though Wang Zhengguo stayed in Wanglou Brigade and didn't aim to climb higher, he was a man of honour here, free from the constant danger of shifting political alliances in the upper levels of the government. Now that he had earned the praise of a leader, as long as he remained diligent and faithful, no one would dare to challenge him in this lifetime.
