After a long standoff on the rooftop, Liu Qing chickened out.
He retreated from the edge of the rooftop and then squatted down, covering his face with his hands and starting to weep bitterly.
He couldn't think of any way to make things right with Chen Yang and Xu Xiaoman.
He couldn't keep his job, nor could he indulge in the unspoken rules with his subordinates any longer.
The very thought made a wave of sorrow wash over Liu Qing, and he wept like a 200-pound child.
Chen Yang, with a cigarette hanging from his lips, walked leisurely over to Liu Qing and said, "Vice Director Liu, do you feel despair now?"
Liu Qing looked up, his eyes blurry with tears, and didn't know how to respond.
Of course, he felt despair, the kind of despair that felt like death.
Chen Yang took a drag of his cigarette, saying indifferently, "Have you ever thought about those hosts you forced out of the radio station? When they left, they were even more desperate than you are!
