Zuo Zhengyang nodded, "She has mentioned it to me before, but I didn't agree. Such matters are too sensitive; they require triple checks and stringent reviews. After the scrutiny comes the suppression, and once suppressed, no letting go—it's a tough task. But later on, someone else took the job. Ten years ago in Tianhe, there was a person named Bi Zhicheng, just like you he came from a small place. One could say, both of you have that stubborn streak, but you are a bit smoother around the edges."
"Just say I have a thick skin," Ye Tian quipped.
Zuo Zhengyang smiled and continued, "That's not a fault. Those with thick skin usually don't fare badly. Don't believe me? Go check history."
Ye Tian nodded solemnly, "That's true."
"Thick skin is suddenly a virtue now? What are you both talking about? If it were like that, even thugs could become presidents." Shen Xuepei walked in with a pot of tea, rather dismissive of Zuo Zhengyang's opinion.
