"And they call themselves refined? They look down on us mere mortals."
The one with a quick temper immediately retorted, "Refined my a**! Without the soldiers we have trained to defend the country, what right do they have to act refined?"
"Alright, alright! Let's not get carried away!"
"Yeah! What era is this? It's the nineties, we're about to enter the millennium."
In the big office, a group of teachers and professors were gathered discussing. It was still early, and everyone present were old colleagues who had worked together for many years. They spoke unreservedly. At that moment, Party Secretary Lei Shanyuan, with hands on his back, walked in, his face clouded and stern.
Lei Shanyuan's capabilities were nothing to scoff at, and he had a well-established reputation at the school, having nurtured countless outstanding talents. Moreover, his position was not inferior to that of the principal, and he held a bona fide military rank. His uniform highlighted his trim figure.
