The First Fire

He turned around.

"What's the matter?" Pang Youshan pretended to be puzzled.

"Summon the people from the Fourth Division to report to me," Zhang Ronghua said.

" The four Divisions are busy with official business. Everyone has something important to deal with. It's not too late to report after they're done."

"In the court tomorrow, I can accuse them of looking down on their superiors, or punish them for 'disrespectful' crimes? Or could it be that Censor Pang doesn't put me in his eyes and wants to make a one-man stand?"

Pang Youshan gave a fake smile. The people below were busy and devoted themselves to official business. Was it wrong? Since you insist on letting them report their work, just call them over."

"I'll wait!"

Pang Youshan left.

The door of the hall was open, but Zhang Ronghua didn't close it. He pulled out a chair and sat down. He brewed a pot of tea and was in no hurry to drink it. He was thinking about something.