One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

Xu Si immediately sat up straight, his expression instantly switching to the most upright, solemn, and unquestionable seriousness. He answered in a tone almost like a vow, "Brother! I, Xu Si, am of high moral character! Just listen to me, and if you have any difficulties, go to the big boss."

Our Director Zhuge is definitely not the kind of person who discards someone after they've served their purpose, or who is selfish and self-serving.

That can be described as being wholeheartedly devoted to the Party and wholeheartedly serving the people.

Like that thing—a lighthouse in the dark night, a charcoal fire in the wind and snow, a compass in the midst of confusion.

With a leader like this, you can rest assured and speak freely about any difficulties you encounter.

Dou Le exhaled the smoke from his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and said in an almost stubborn calm and disdainful tone, "Hmph—nothing in the world is 100% certain."

You're being too confident; I don't believe you.

Upon hearing this, Xu Si spoke almost reflexively, without the slightest hesitation.

He sat up straighter, his expression instantly becoming incredibly serious and resolute. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and resounding: "Taiwan—is one hundred percent Chinese."

Dou Le opened his mouth, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, and his lips formed a rebuttal shape, as if the words "Is this the same thing?" were about to slip out.

Then his mouth closed.

Looking at Xu Si's smug face, with an undisguised smile of victory on his lips, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat.

He leaned back in his chair, remained silent for a long while, and then suddenly laughed—not a laugh of being amused, not a bitter laugh, but a laugh of heartfelt admiration, a laugh of being outmaneuvered and convinced of one's superiority.

He pointed at Xu Si with his finger, his tone a perfect blend of frustration and admiration: "Hmph—well done, Xu Si."

They're waiting for me here.

Awakening—truly a fucking awakening.

In terms of enlightenment, I truly cannot compare to you.

Seeing that he had succeeded, Xu Si's smile was so bright it almost overflowed from the edge of the table.

He put down his chopsticks, crossed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and decided to strike while the iron was hot and add a few more layers of filters to his glorious image: "Brother, sometimes, that's just how things are."

This is not idealism, this is reality.

Let the younger brother test the older brother's ideological awareness—”

He held up one finger, his expression shifting from that of a smug, seasoned veteran to that of an examiner posing a test, his tone serious and earnest: "Brother, let me ask you—what is the largest island in the world?"

Dou Le leaned back in his chair, looking at Xu Si with an expression that was a mixture of disdain and academic confidence.

He straightened his tie, which was askew on his collarbone, and buttoned up his shirt cuffs again. When he spoke, his voice was clear and fluent, as if he were reciting a knowledge point he had confirmed countless times, full of confidence: "Xu Si, what do you mean by this? I, Dou Le, am not an uncultured person."

The world's largest island is Greenland, with an area of ​​approximately 2,166,000 square kilometers. It is located northeast of North America, between the Arctic Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean.

It is a Danish territory, and most of the area is covered by ice sheets, resulting in a frigid climate.

What are you trying to say? What does this have to do with enlightenment?

After listening, Xu Si revealed a meaningful smile.

He leaned back slightly, crossed his hands on his stomach, paused briefly, and then slowly stated the correct answer in a solemn, lecturing tone: "Brother—although what you said is very knowledgeable, I don't know if it's right or not, but it feels very correct."

However, the answer to this question is—”

He paused, pointed a finger to the sky, then turned the finger to his chest, and solemnly declared, word by word: "The world's largest island, that must be—the leader."

Dou Le was completely speechless.

He stared at Xu Si with his mouth agape, remaining silent for several seconds.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something to refute her—he wanted to say that she was changing the subject, that the pun didn't count, and that she was just spouting nonsense.

But when the words came out, they realized that no matter what they said, it would sound like arguing with someone who had already won too much.

He picked up the bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the table, intending to take another swig, only to find that the bottle was already empty.

He slammed the empty bottle on the table, pointing at Xu Si with a "what the hell" attitude, as if he was determined to get revenge today: "Xu Si—let me test you."

I want to see just how high your level of awareness really is. No thinking allowed, answer immediately—who is the most important person in your heart?

Xu Si didn't even blink, blurting out the words with lightning speed, almost like a conditioned reflex, but every word was so precise it sounded like it had been ripped from a Party membership application: "The Party and the country!"

Dou Le gave Xu Si no chance to catch his breath, pressing on with questions that grew faster and more difficult each time, his words coming out like a machine gun: "And what about Feng Baobao?"

For a fraction of a second, Xu Si's expression showed an extremely subtle struggle and hesitation, but he quickly suppressed it with a more resolute tone.

He picked up his glass, took a small sip, and said with a serious expression that said, "This problem is indeed painful for me, but my awareness does not allow me to hesitate," "The Party—the country—the people."

Even a baby wouldn't dare be ranked third.

Dou Le leaned forward, his gaze piercing, continuing his relentless questioning: "So, do you like going to work?"

Xu Si blurted out unconsciously, his tone filled with the most simple and genuine emotions of the working people: "Of course I don't like it, brother."

Who likes going to work? I'm not crazy.

He realized as soon as he finished speaking that he seemed to have fallen into a trap, but he couldn't take back what he had said.

Dou Le leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked at Xu Si with a smug expression that said, "I knew you would say that." A hint of satisfaction from having found a weakness was playing on his lips.

He picked up the half-empty glass of Erguotou in front of Xu Si and drank it all in one gulp. Then, in an extremely relaxed and casual tone, he said, "If you don't want to go to work, then we won't."

I'm living in constant fear. It's just a deputy director position, right? I quit! I'll tell Chairman Zhao that you resigned voluntarily.

You go back to being your North China regional manager, and we two brothers can continue drinking and smoking—how comfortable!

How was it?

Xu Si didn't give himself any time to think—he didn't even hesitate for a fraction of a second.

He slammed his hand on the table and sat up straight. His expression shifted from a helpless resignation to an unyielding and solemn resolve. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and powerful: "No! The Party, the country, and the people—need me!"

Dou Le gritted his teeth and launched his final assault, leaning forward until he was almost lying on the table, staring intently into Xu Si's eyes, and asked the last question, word by word.

This question is devoid of pitfalls or traps; it's simply a brother's most genuine concern and most profound inquiry: "Are you suffering inside?"