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"I'm well aware that what I just said was a bit too harsh," Song Yun picked up a cup and took a sip of water, "but isn't that what society is all about these days? You probe me, I probe you, and then we foolishly think we know what the other is all about."
"Perhaps that is a common malady among our people," the middle-aged man said, looking a bit at a loss.
"Indeed," Song Yun said with a laugh, looking at the man, "speaking is an art. If done well, it can lead to promotions and wealth. If not, one finds oneself left out in the cold. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
This was the moment that tested a person's ability to converse. Even though what Song Yun had said was straightforward, the best answer was to pretend ignorance because what Song Yun really wanted was to use the other's response to segue into the next topic—it was a common tactic in the officialdom.
"I don't understand; please, comrade, enlighten me," the man said, feigning curiosity like a child.