Afternoon.
The blazing sun hung overhead, as if the sky itself were on fire.
Sitting in his office, Dong Xuebin narrowed his eyes and went over the entire matter in his mind. He knew that who knew how many eyes in the district were watching him now, and his political enemies were surely waiting to see him make a fool of himself. The Advertising Card issue had reached a deadlock. It was not going to be easy to handle.
The district was turning a blind eye.
Industrial and Commercial Bank of China was stalling for time.
The urban management bureau was doing nothing.
A series of attacks were aimed at Dong Xuebin, at the Guangming Street Office.
Dong Xuebin knew this matter had to be handled properly. It was not just for his pride, not just for the work, but also for the dozens of lives that would be crushed beneath the Health Wine Advertising Card a month from now. This was no joke. It was not something that could be resolved through compromise or balancing interests. What Dong Xuebin wanted was for every advertising card from the distillery to disappear from Guangming Street's jurisdiction forever. There was no room for negotiation on that point!
Zhou Yanru sighed. "Director, what do we do now?"
Wang Yuling's thinking was simpler. "Why don't our Street Office send people to tear them down ourselves?"
"That would violate the rules. We don't have the required approval procedures." Zhou Yanru dismissed the idea.
"But the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China refuses to investigate, and who knows what will happen if this drags into next week." Watching the Guangming Street Office decline day by day did not sit well with Wang Yuling either.
Dong Xuebin had calmed down instead. "All right, take the day off.