Evening.
The workday was over.
"Director, then about tomorrow—"
"Let's talk about tomorrow tomorrow."
"But Secretary Geng still has that Model Unit matter—"
"Director, how about I go talk to Secretary Wang again?"
"I appreciate the thought. Everyone should go home for now."
Qu Yiqiang, Zhou Yanru, and Wang Yuling sighed and walked out of Dong Xuebin's office. Standing in the hallway, they looked at one another in silence. Director Dong was being sent to the Party School—without question, a massive blow to the Dong Faction officials. None of them knew which direction things would take, but it certainly was not one they wanted to see. Their expressions were all rather grim.
Inside the office.
After they left, Dong Xuebin checked the time, packed up, and went downstairs. As he passed the Administrative Service Hall, he glanced inside and shook his head. Zhou Yanru, Qu Yiqiang, and the others were decent people. With Dong Xuebin in imminent danger, they had still come to help him think of solutions. Even if they could not offer much help, at least their intentions were there. But Director Yu of the Street Office, Meng Senguo—a cadre Dong Xuebin had accepted and reassigned just last week—had not shown up once all day. He had supposedly taken sick leave for a fever and cold. What convenient timing.
When the wall fell, everyone pushed.
I'm not even down yet, and people are already avoiding me?
Perhaps everyone became a little more sensitive when they were in trouble. In any case, all the way downstairs, Dong Xuebin felt that the Street Office staff were looking at him differently.
Seven in the evening.
Street Dormitory.
Once home, Dong Xuebin did not even have the appetite to eat. Suppressing his anger, he sat heavily on the sofa and smoked one