In the courtyard.
Luan Xiaoping sat down as well. "What Municipal Party Secretary?"
Dong Xuebin said, "Nothing's been decided yet, Mom. I just mean that if the application gets approved, Jiaolin County will become Jiaolin City, and I'll be the Municipal Party Secretary."
Luan Xiaoping stared. "Something that good can happen?"
Dong Xuebin smiled. "But a Municipal Party Secretary of a County-level City can't compare to Uncle Yang's or Hui Lan's positions. There's still a rank between us—one is deputy department level, the other is full department level."
Han Jing said with a smile, "A rank apart is still a Municipal Party Secretary."
Her son's official position was getting higher and higher, and Luan Xiaoping was proud too. "That's a good thing."
"The application hasn't even been submitted yet. There's still no telling," Dong Xuebin said, showing rare modesty.
Taking Luan Xiaoping's hand, Han Jing said, "In-law, haha, I think Xiao Bin was born with great fortune. Look at all these years—when has any of his promotions not gone smoothly? Especially this time. We originally wanted him to spend a few years at the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection building up seniority. When the time was right, we would naturally help him secure a deputy department-level post, probably as a vice mayor who wouldn't join the Standing Committee. But Xiao Bin insisted on going down to the grassroots himself. He picked the place, made the contacts, and went down there on his own. Haha, who would have thought that move would turn out so well? A vice mayor of a prefecture-level city and the Municipal Party Secretary of a County-level City might be the same rank, but their actual authority is worlds apart. Most importantly, it happened two or three years early. He didn't have to wait that long, which