The next day.
The Street Office was filled with birdsong and the scent of flowers that morning.
It had rained a little yesterday, and the weather was much cooler than usual today.
As soon as Dong Xuebin's Cayenne entered the Street Office compound, it drew countless gazes. As though they had agreed on it beforehand, everyone turned to look at him.
Because of their plague-god director, the Guangming Street Office had repeatedly shot to fame. This time, it was even more unprecedented. Last night, countless staff members' phones had rung nonstop as relatives and friends from various government offices called to ask what had happened. Most of them were there to enjoy the spectacle. He had embarrassed Nanshan District, slapped the district Party secretary in the face, and angered Secretary Anshi so badly that he had fallen ill and been hospitalized. Was there anything more uproarious than this? Calling it an earthquake in official circles would not have been an exaggeration!
The car stopped.
Just as Dong Xuebin was about to get out, someone eagerly came over and opened the door for him.
"Good morning, Director." It was Meng Senguo, the Street Office's deputy director.
"Oh, Director Meng." Dong Xuebin did not give him a friendly look. "All better now?"
Meng Senguo hurriedly said, "I caught a cold and ran a fever these past two days. I took some medicine and only recovered this morning."
Dong Xuebin did not say another word to him. He got out, slammed the door, and strode toward the Office Building. When he had gotten into trouble and Wang Anshi ordered him to attend the Party School, Meng Senguo had not even called to ask about him. He had not even shown his face at work, instead taking sick leave. Dong Xuebin did not believe