A few days later.
It was morning, and the sun shone faintly.
Winter had arrived, and the cold wind was biting.
In downtown Fenzhou City, Dong Xuebin, dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, drove his Porsche Panamera into Xiping District. This was where the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard and many city government departments were located. Along the way, Dong Xuebin saw many dilapidated buildings, all damaged or collapsed in the earthquake. Quite a few construction workers nearby were either rushing repairs or carrying out demolitions, all busy with post-disaster reconstruction. Dong Xuebin drove around the long-unseen city of Fenzhou for a short lap and could not help nodding slightly. No hurdle was insurmountable. At this rate, the urban area would regain its former appearance within another year. The counties had been hit harder, but two or three years would be enough there as well.
Up ahead was the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard.
Dong Xuebin looked up and drove straight in without hesitation.
The guard at the entrance saw that he had neither a Municipal Party Committee nor city government pass, nor any intention of stopping, and was about to halt him. But the Porsche badge caught his eye. After a brief pause, the guard said nothing, lifted the barrier, and let him through, watching the nearly four-million-yuan black luxury sports car drive into the courtyard.
Inside the courtyard.
Dong Xuebin parked casually, got out, and looked around.
The building in the middle seemed to be the Municipal Party Committee Office Building, while the city government building stood to one side. Xie Huilan had not yet arrived to take office, and Dong Xuebin was completely unfamiliar with the place. Seeing few people in the courtyard, he strode toward the Municipal Party Committee Office Building. Once inside, he spotted several staff