12:30 p.m.
The food had arrived.
Dong Xuebin carried his boxed lunch and greeted several County Leaders still waiting in line with a smile before strolling back to his temporary office. After lining up for more than twenty minutes, even the food smelled better. When he opened it, there really was Stir-fried Pork, a vegetable dish, and rice. Dong Xuebin's appetite immediately surged. He sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and began wolfing it down.
The taste was average.
It was cafeteria food, after all. It could never compare to a proper stir-fry.
Still, he was not a picky eater. He finished every last bite with gusto, not leaving even a single grain of rice.
For one thing, Dong Xuebin hated wasting food. For another, as the Top Leader, everything he said and did was being watched by those below him, so he naturally had to be mindful of many things.
He threw away the lunch box.
He wiped his mouth and lit a cigarette.
Dong Xuebin leaned back in his office chair, utterly at ease.
But a phone call shattered the peace. Ring-ring-ring, ring-ring-ring. Fang Wenping's number suddenly flashed on his phone screen. Dong Xuebin blinked when he saw it. Old Fang hardly ever called him, and whenever she did, it was usually nothing good. So although he had slept with Fang Wenping just two days ago, Dong Xuebin still did not particularly want to receive her call, especially during work hours.
But what could he do?
He had to answer it. Could he refuse?
Dong Xuebin picked up his phone, casually went over to shut the door tightly, then answered. "Hello, Provincial Governor Fang. What can I do for you?" Whether it was seeing her off when she took office or being summoned to celebrate her