A few days later.
It was already August, and the oppressive heat in the air had gradually become less noticeable.
On Friday morning, Dong Xuebin drove the Street Office's new Santana to the District Committee Courtyard in Nanshan District. He went upstairs and entered a Conference Room. There was a district meeting today, a wrap-up meeting on greening work. By the time Dong Xuebin entered, most of the Street Office heads and leaders from relevant departments had arrived. The District Government Office staff bustled back and forth, preparing documents and materials.
The moment Dong Xuebin arrived, the room fell silent for a brief moment.
Quite a few people turned to look at him, then withdrew their gazes and went back to their own business.
"Lao Liu, you're here?"
"Just got here. When did you arrive?"
"I've been here for a while. Huh, Lao Li is here too? Weren't you sick?"
"Nothing serious. I got an IV and I'm fine now."
"Ha, that's good."
The leaders and officials who knew each other exchanged greetings and sat down together, but not one of them greeted Dong Xuebin.
Dong Xuebin had known this would happen. He was used to it by now, which was why he had deliberately arrived late today, timing his entrance for the start of the meeting.
A moment later, District Governor Yuehua and her group arrived.
The meeting began, and everyone sat up straight.
Dong Xuebin paid attention to Geng Yuehua's expression. Just as usual, her lovely face was slightly stern, carrying an imposing air even without anger. Not once did her eyes turn toward him, as though she did not know him at all. Her gaze swept coolly over the people below as she delivered a speech on environmental work. Dong Xuebin, however, had no mood to listen.