Luo Tianlin, that old geezer, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Out of the five thesis defense judges, four gave a failing grade. That's a fail, which is why."
Liu Zhizhong's spirit was crushed in an instant, feeling the iron fist of power smashing into his face. It hurt so badly, fueling such intense anger.
But there was nothing he could do about it.
When the Provincial Party Organization Minister said it personally, it represented not just him, but also the Party.
The Party is in charge of the Party's affairs, and if the big boss of the Party says so, how could a mere director-level staffer like him withstand it?
If the thesis defense was unsatisfactory, then what good was an excellent theory grade?
After Luo Tianlin finished speaking, he didn't even give Liu Zhizhong a chance to react, as if he was in a hurry, he got up and left.