C85 pot of porridge

Beijing, suburban area, small space.

"Comrade Tan Ziqiao, do you love your country?" A man in a suit and leather shoes sitting opposite Tan Ziqiao asked seriously.

Tan Ziqiao sat up straight and replied through the glass wall, "I love my country."

The man in the suit sat forward, his hair shining in the light from his large, dry back. "So, Comrade Tan, do you love your job?"

"Of course