Afternoon.
Annex Building, Secretary Office.
Behind his desk, Dong Xuebin smoked one cigarette after another, turning the list of Street Office cadres over in his hands. Thanks to Zhou Ynru's earlier briefing, he finally had a rough grasp of the Street Office's situation. The family members of Nanshan District's two top leaders were both under his command, which gave Dong Xuebin a real headache. These kinds of thorns were the hardest to handle—he could not hit them, scold them, or transfer them. They were troublesome to deal with, and one wrong move might offend the district party secretary and the district mayor, something Dong Xuebin did not want to see.
Two thorns, at that.
Setting Wang Yling aside for now, this Geng Xinke was no pushover either.
Dong Xuebin crushed out his cigarette and considered how to establish his authority. He had to establish it, or he would not be able to carry out any work in the future. The district party secretary and district mayor's influence both hung over the Street Office. If everyone started sucking up to the leaders' family members, would they still respect him as the Top Leader? Geng Xinke was already the second-in-command and held considerable power in the Street Office. Once work got underway, who would everyone listen to? If everyone feared the district mayor behind Geng Xinke and followed Geng Xinke's orders, Dong Xuebin's position would become awkward. He might very well be sidelined by Geng Xinke.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door.
Dong Xuebin raised his head. "Come in."
He was the sort of person who returned a foot of respect with a yard of respect. In practice, if someone carefully knocked twice, Dong Xuebin would say, "Come in, please." But for someone who knocked three quick times like this,