That night, Dong Xuebin happily crawled into bed and gradually drifted off to sleep.
Who knew how long had passed when the shrill ringing of his phone sounded by his ear. Dong Xuebin had just drunk a couple of ounces of Moutai with Qin Yong and his wife that evening, and his head was still spinning. His arm instinctively fumbled around beside the pillow, but he could not find his phone. Opening his eyes, he saw a dim yellow moon hanging outside the window. It was already eleven at night. Who the hell is calling this late? He grabbed his phone, saw an unfamiliar number, irritably answered it, said hello, and yawned.
"Director Dong, I'm Secretary Xiang's secretary!"
"Oh? What do you need?"
"What the hell is going on with public security in your Huitian Township? Huh?"
"...Public security? What do you mean?"
"Secretary Xiang's relative was beaten up! Right in Huitian Township! Get over there and handle it immediately!"
Dong Xuebin was instantly wide awake. Secretary to County Party Secretary Xiang Daofa? Xiang Daofa's relative had been beaten up? That was indeed a serious matter, but what was with that tone? How dared a mere secretary speak so aggressively? As if Dong Xuebin were his subordinate? There was no need to ask—Xiang Daofa must have instructed his secretary to make the call. Otherwise, no secretary would dare accuse him like this no matter how much courage he had. Dong Xuebin disliked Xiang Daofa, and that dislike extended to his secretary as well. "Then I'll call the township Police Station and have Director Liu deal with it."
Secretary Zhou frowned. "If they could handle it, Secretary Xiang wouldn't have had me call you!"
Dong Xuebin was getting annoyed. It was just a fight. Arrest them and fine them—wouldn't that settle