Afternoon.
Without looking back, Dong Xuebin left Secretary Zang standing there in a daze, strode out of the District Committee Office Building, yanked open his car door, and slammed it shut with a heavy bang before driving off. Quite a few people in the District Committee Courtyard turned to look. Those who knew him understood that this was just his temper—respect him an inch, and he would respect you a yard; treat him politely, and anything could be discussed, but try to push him around, and Dong Xuebin was no pushover. So what if he was the District Party Secretary? To hell with that! Did he really think Dong Xuebin had to see him?
Even without your support, I could still eat three meals a day!
Even without your support, I could still get work done!
Did I have to cling to your thigh? What, did he think he was the Provincial Party Secretary?
This incident only made Dong Xuebin more certain of one thing: Xiang Daofa definitely had bad intentions when he pulled strings for him. He must have said something to Wang Anshi, which was why everyone from the District Party Secretary down to his secretary had treated him so coolly. Were they trying to warn him indirectly? Trying to make him behave? But could they even intimidate him? Sure, he had caused some trouble in Yantai County, but he had never offended Wang Anshi, had he? Never offended Nanshan District, had he? And they wanted to warn him? It was utterly ridiculous! They could intimidate whoever the hell they wanted. He wasn't playing along!
As for whether the District Party Secretary would have any thoughts about it, Dong Xuebin couldn't care less. They had wasted an hour making him sit there waiting, while two people lower-ranked than