“You still call me hypocritical? You’ve been putting on an act in front of me for so long, and you still call me hypocritical.”
Seeing Zhao Jiu's near-madness, Old Master Han couldn't help but shake his head: "Zhao Jiu, you're a madman. Don't you even look at what you've done? What right do you have to talk about us?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiu suddenly laughed. "Huh? I'm not qualified?"
"Yes, I have done a lot of outrageous things, and I accept my current predicament. But what's the point of you criticizing me? Do you think you can be so innocent?"
"You're still standing here, we just haven't been able to find you!!"
"None of them are clean. It's been like this for thousands of years. No one is clean. They're all the same. You're standing outside not because you're anything special, but just because you're luckier than me..."
Standing next to Grandpa Han, an old man surnamed Wang was the most agitated: "Zhao Jiu, you're talking nonsense! If you can't do something yourself, it means you're trash and a coward. We're not like you!!! Don't try to drag us into this."
"Now I'm all alone, just me. My eldest son died in the war. I was thinking that my younger son shouldn't join the army because it's too hard. I thought he should do something else. But then a natural disaster came, and he went to help with the rescue. God took him away too."
“But I don’t resent it. They are all heroes. As their father, I can’t be a coward. I spend my salary exactly as it is. I have never taken a single penny from the country. Why would I embezzle money? Would I use it to tarnish my children’s reputation?”
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