Night.
In the snow.
Beneath the pavilion.
Those few words were beautiful, and so was the woman beneath the pavilion. Now Dong Xuebin's mood had to be added to the list as well—he was excited too.
Fang Wenping had agreed?
There was hope of getting the transfer sorted out?
And it would still be an adjustment to Jiaolin County's County Party Secretary position?
By Dong Xuebin's worst-case calculations, even if it were only County Chief, he would have accepted it gladly. This was a City Upgrade that came only once in several decades. Even as the second-in-command, once the county became a County-level City, the second-in-command would be directly promoted to deputy department level, saving Dong Xuebin at least three years. What could three years accomplish? How many three-year periods did a person have in a lifetime? How many did one have in a political career? Time was life, and for a politician, it was the most precious thing. So Dong Xuebin would have accepted being County Chief; he had to go. But he had never expected Fang Wenping to agree directly to make him County Party Secretary. That was naturally the best possible outcome. He would be the Top Leader, and after the upgrade, he would directly become Municipal Party Secretary. It was practically a step to the heavens. Of course Dong Xuebin was delighted. He also hadn't expected Fang Wenping to be so straightforward. Every time he asked her for help, she usually dragged her feet and put on a stern face. Today was a rare exception.
"Come on, drink with me!" Fang Wenping handed him the liquor.
Dong Xuebin was overjoyed and did not hesitate. "All right."
After he finished drinking, Fang Wenping snatched back the bottle and took a swig herself. "I'll make you repay this