"Would the poor who have gained power silence the poor? So, I've now gained power as well, but I... no, I definitely won't become that kind of person!"
Chen Fengrui did not argue with his father's words any further, only silently swearing to himself.
Seeing that his son seemed convinced by him and finally obediently lowered his head and ate his meal.
The middle-aged man no longer continued this heavy topic and instead instructed:
"After all, the Lower City now is a bit better than in your grandfather's time; at least everyone can register as a citizen.
Today, you go and register quickly, then report to the Executive Government. Your dad has asked your third uncle to pull some strings to get you a temporary job there."
Chen Fengrui paused his congee-drinking motion, and a surge of rage flared up inside him, prompting a return to his earlier displeased attitude:
