Morning.
Inside the classroom.
After the conversation ended, Dong Quan opened the door and slunk out. Dong Xuebin, however, did not leave. He lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, pulled out his phone, crossed his legs, found the number for Yin Cheng'an, the director of their Second Office, and called him. He definitely needed to give him a heads-up.
Beep, beep.
The call connected.
"Hello, Director Dong."
"Director Yin, busy?"
"Hehe, I just finished a meeting. What is it?"
"Yes, I have something to report. Didn't I take leave and go out today? I happened to run into Dong Quan, the executive vice mayor of Wuyang City in Jiangdong Province—the city whose Face Project was approved by the General Office and the Letters and Visits Office. There were some other matters involved as well, so I called him aside for a talk and gave them a warning. I told them to submit their report this week. I originally wanted to let you know and ask for instructions, but things were a little complicated here, so I didn't get the chance."
"Hehe, that's fine. It was good that you spoke to them. During the meeting just now, I assigned everyone their tasks. But the city assigned to you was another city in Jiangdong Province suspected of having a Face Project. Since you've already spoken to Wuyang City, how about this? I'll notify He Zhou later and have him contact that other city, freeing up the assignment I just gave him. You can take charge of Wuyang City. Once Wuyang City submits its report, send it directly to you. Follow up with an inspection, then give me your final recommendation on how to handle their city."
"Alright."
"But it's best to focus on warning them. Of course, if their attitude is