Evening.
It was not yet eight.
At the District Committee Guest House ballroom, music played in waves, and the atmosphere was lively and festive.
After dancing two numbers, Dong Xuebin found a seat and sat back down. Wang Yuling had already gone to dance with several Wang Faction cadres, while Zhou Yanru was enthusiastically dancing with her husband. Dong Xuebin was the only one left here, bored out of his mind. Aside from cadres from the Street Office under his jurisdiction, probably no one present would dare dance with him. Dong Xuebin figured that even if he went to invite someone himself, it would be difficult. So he simply sat down to drink tea. Still, it did not affect his mood much. He tapped his shoe against the floor, keeping time with the music.
It was not as if no one came to invite Dong Xuebin to dance.
For instance, a female cadre from the procuratorate not far away, a rather elderly woman around fifty. Perhaps seeing that Dong Xuebin was young and alone, she slowly walked over, intending to dance a number with him.
But someone nearby, no one knew who, immediately reminded her of something.
The woman from the procuratorate froze, then instantly changed direction and went to invite someone else.
Dong Xuebin saw the scene and could not help rolling his eyes. If he had been closer, he probably would have heard that the person beside her had said only one sentence.
"That's Dong Xuebin from the Guangming Street Office."
The woman had left without even looking back. Dong Xuebin's notorious reputation was plain to see!
Some people might not have seen him before, but in Nanshan District, no one failed to recognize the name Dong Xuebin!
Sure enough, several groups in the dance floor were discussing