235, listen to my arrangements

Luo Tianlin, that old geezer, pushed his glasses up and shook his head. "Five thesis jurors, four gave a fail; it's a fail, and that's why."

Liu Zhizhong's spirits plummeted, feeling the iron fist of authority smash into his face, so painful, stirring such rage.

But he was helpless.

The Provincial Party Organization Minister saying it to his face signified not just his personal stance but also that of the organization.

The organization's organization, the words of the organization's big boss—who could stand up to that as a simple Section Chief?

If the thesis defense failed, what good was an excellent theoretical grade?

After Luo Tianlin finished speaking, he didn't even allow time for Liu Zhizhong to react. He got up and left immediately.

Behind him, the other jurors also left one by one, without much talk, all following his lead!

Liu Zhizhong stood alone in the empty defense room, on the stage, brimming with discomfort, his boundless anger having no outlet.