The cafeteria was too crowded, so Dong Xuebin did not eat there. Instead, he brought his meal back and ate alone in the empty office area. It felt pretty good. The small stir-fries from the Second Cafeteria were especially good today, with plenty of meat. Dong Xuebin ate until he was completely full. After burping twice, he made himself a cup of green tea and gulped it down, then let out a satisfied breath. After that, he leisurely pulled out several documents and familiarized himself with the work a little. There was not much to get familiar with, really. The nature of Ninth Office Second Division's work was almost exactly the same as that of Eighth Office Second Division. The only difference was the scope of work—the provinces under their supervisory jurisdiction were different.
Ring, ring, ring.
When the phone on the desk rang, Dong Xuebin casually picked it up. "Hello, Ninth Office Second Division."
Right now, he was a commander without troops. None of his subordinates had reported in yet, and the staffing had not even been finalized, so he could only answer the phone himself.
"Little Dong?" A man's voice came from the other end.
Dong Xuebin found it familiar. "This is me. May I ask who's calling?"
"I'm Zhu Weiye." It was Zhu Weiye, Director of the Eighth Office.
Dong Xuebin suddenly understood. "Hello, Director Zhu. What can I do for you?"
Zhu Weiye said, "Now that you've been assigned to the Ninth Office, I can't exactly give you orders anymore. I just wanted to ask you something. I just saw the personnel transfer nominations submitted by the Ninth Office. Why is Han Fei's name on there? Did Director Fang want her, or did you?"
Dong Xuebin pondered for a moment. "I did."
Zhu Weiye said, "Let's