Li Zhisheng wasn't surprised by Shen Weimin's blunt words. If the man he considered a brother had beaten around the bush, that would have meant he wasn't being treated like one.
This whole affair was driven by his own selfish motives. Asking Uncle Shen to mediate and broker peace was tantamount to asking him to leverage a past favor to pressure Grandpa Zhao.
It was just that after several of their fathers' old comrades returned to Beijing, his dad's moods had been too volatile. As a son, he couldn't bear to let the old man take all the blame and suffer in silence.
If his family had fallen from grace, it would be one thing; his father could have simply retired. But he was afraid that one day, another unavoidable situation would arise, and if the conflict escalated, it would be bad for everyone.
