Wu Yaowen is nearly fifty years old. He looks like an ordinary person who would be easily drowned out by the crowd when walking on the street. His figure also shows that he has been engaged in physical labor for many years. His skin is tanned by the sun, with a healthy brown-copper luster. His facial features are strict and he never smiles. His eyes, which are darker than his skin color, reveal the stiffness and dullness that are common in people who have been engaged in outdoor physical labor for many years.
Liam Chu shook hands with him and found that the lines on his palms were as rough as if they had been polished with sandpaper. They were the hands of a father who supported a family. At the same time, he was also sad. This man had received so many honors, but his status had not improved at all. Although he had participated in two National People's Congresses as a representative of the Yinjiang Municipal People's Congress for two consecutive years and was personally received by the President of the country, it was useless. He was still an ordinary maintenance worker in the feed factory workshop, earning a low salary every month to support his bedridden father and his daughter who was studying for a doctorate.
Life did not defeat his kindness, and this deserves praise from the whole society.
Wu Yaowen's daughter Wu Xishuang looks to be only in her early twenties. She is dressed simply and plainly. The light makeup on her face does not cover her youthful face. She wears a ponytail and jeans, like a college student who has just finished class.
Wu Yaowen was not good at talking. He sat on the black leather sofa for entertaining guests with his head down, rubbing his hands woodenly. His daughter Wu Xishuang sat beside him and explained the whole story in a concise manner.
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