Evening.
The large private room at Shanshui Restaurant.
The dishes had all been served, and bottles of Jin Liufu baijiu were brought to the table one after another.
Deputy Secretary of the Party Committee Geng Xinke raised his glass. "Director Dong, on behalf of the Street Party Working Committee, I welcome you to your new post. Let me toast you."
Dong Xuebin was annoyed. What was this? He was representing the Party Working Committee? Excluding Dong Xuebin? Was he even qualified to represent it? If Dong Xuebin had not taken office yet, that would have been one thing. But the head of the District Committee Organization Department had already announced his appointment. Dong Xuebin was now the highest-ranking leader of the Party Working Committee. When Geng Xinke said he was representing it, it sounded like an old cadre welcoming a new secretary, but on closer thought, that was not the meaning at all.
So it was starting already?
Wasn't he in too much of a hurry? Did he really think I was afraid of him?
Dong Xuebin smiled and raised his glass as well. "No need for anyone to toast anyone. From now on, we're all family, all working for the people. This toast should be from me to everyone. Come on, raise your glasses. Those who can drink, finish it. Those with a low tolerance don't have to force it—just take a sip. It's the thought that counts. Heh, I'll drink first." With that, he raised his glass in a circle, then gulped it down. The glass was small, but it still held a little over two ounces. Given Dong Xuebin's condition, that one glass was nearly his limit. He really could not hold his liquor.
Everyone else stood as well and tilted back their heads to drain their