"Anyone wish to leave?" Yan Liqiang looked around and asked.
"Protectorate General, we will not leave. We shall fight until the end against those bastards from the Transportation Office. Everybody agree?" someone from below shouted.
"Right, right, right, we will not leave. This manufacturing bureau is ours and the Qiyun Protectorate's. It is a family property that the Protectorate General established with us. We are people of the Qiyun Protectorate and we are also officials, not dogs who flee in defeat when someone raises a rod. There are even times when even a dog will be driven to action in desperate times. If we leave the manufacturing bureau now, even if the world is big, where else can we go? We can still roam around, but we'll be bullied by others and we'll live submissively. If this is how it's going to be for the rest of our lives, even if we can live till a hundred years and eat another hundred years more, what's the value to it?"
