"Xiao Wang," Brother Zhao sighed with feigned distress, "I've made myself very clear. What you've done is just so wrong, and the impact is so dreadful. Where was your sense of mission all these years in your position? How could you let this happen? I am deeply pained by this—you've truly let down the years of nurturing granted to you. Alas, you should step down."
"Please just listen to my explanation," Wang Mingdao was damn near tears now, never had he expected to truly be abandoned like this, his years of struggle had come to an end.
"There's no need for explanations," he said, rising to his feet. "Go back now, prepare a written report for me. We won't wrong a good person, nor will we let a bad one off. Brother Song, this matter is a bit complicated; I need to make another trip back, so, that will be all for here." "Wang Mingdao, I hope on your path forward, you can proceed and cherish it."