The next day.
Early Wednesday morning, Dong Xuebin's car drove into the Guangming Street Office compound. He had taken half a day off the day before yesterday and the entire day yesterday. He could not stay away again today.
"Director."
"Director, you're here?"
"Director Dong."
The staff entering the compound immediately greeted Dong Xuebin. After everything that had happened, there was an added trace of awe in the way they looked at him. He openly drove a million-yuan luxury car, possessed combat prowess so high that dozens of people could not so much as hurt a hair on him, had suppressed Deputy Secretary Geng's momentum, and had snatched the model elder-care unit spot from Peace Street Office. Everything Dong Xuebin had done since taking office had been rather major. By now, even staff and clerks who leaned more toward the Geng Faction behaved obediently whenever they encountered him.
Dong Xuebin nodded amiably and returned their greetings.
"Good morning, Director." Zhou Yanru arrived as well and was locking her bicycle in the courtyard.
"Good morning, Director Zhou." Dong Xuebin smiled. "By the way, how has the work been going these past two days?"
Zhou Yanru took her bag from the bicycle basket and walked over with a smile, heading upstairs with Dong Xuebin. "Everything's been going smoothly. I heard the Inspection Team for our province's model elder-care unit selection has already inspected the last nominated organization. I estimate the review results will be out the day after tomorrow or the day after that."
Dong Xuebin gave an acknowledging hum. "Before the Inspection Team returns to the capital, let's keep in closer contact with them."
"Alright, I understand." Zhou Yanru said, "By the way, Director, there are still several documents from yesterday awaiting your instructions. Shall I bring them to your office