One night, the Sanshui chief had her subordinates place a dining table in front of a luxurious office building, buy some food and take me out of the cell, and then told her chauffeur to propose a toast to me.
I said Dafa practitioners didn’t drink alcohol.
“Aren’t you willing to make friends with us?”
“True friends could not be obtained just by drinking alcohol at a dining table.”
Finding I was not interested in her delicacies and alcohol, the chief ordered her subordinates, “Go turn on all the colorful lights in front of this office building!”
Instantly, a broad expanse of colorful lights brightened up the dark night. The guards sitting at the table clapped their hands applauding obsequiously.
“Yiwen Tang! These colorful lights were turned on for you! If you consent to renounce Falun Gong, I’ll give orders to turn on all the colorful lights in this forced labor camp! It won’t matter having them on for several days and nights!”
Silently watching the colorful lights before me, I realized the tremendous responsibility on my shoulders: If I yielded, that would greatly encourage evil, thereby evil would persecute Dafa practitioners more brutally.