"He really is one unlucky guy, haha."
"What's there to be unlucky about. If you ask me, it's his own fault. Not a shred of vision or perception. If your belly's getting big, don't you know to keep it in check? Sure, it's not wrong to have a big belly, but when it's bigger than your boss's, that's just asking for trouble. Your butt hasn't even warmed the seat yet and your belly swells up first, what's that about? If it were ancient times, he would have had his whole clan executed; that's not just a belly, that's ambition."
Old Liao listened to Old Man Liu's tirade, and although he found it laughable, he didn't quite know how to argue. He didn't believe in such things, but somehow, the things he saw did seem to relate to this "belly philosophy". All the matters in the official circles, condensed to a point, seemed indeed to fall on one's belly.
"Hey, comrade, what are you here for this time?"
