One day...
Three days...
Five days...
A week flew by.
These past few days, everyone at the Investment Bureau had been worked half to death. Dong Xuebin, who was in charge of investment promotion, had nearly coughed up blood from exhaustion. He had to get up and leave the house at almost five every morning, begin contacting and coordinating all sides to arrange the work, then take the investors out for inspections and answer their questions. For those interested in investing, Dong Xuebin still had to speak with them individually afterward, make all sorts of project commitments, and whenever something could not be decided, call Secretary Meng and County Chief Jiang for instructions. For example, on preferential tax reduction policies, when the county leaders could not make up their minds, they had to convene a Standing Committee meeting or an emergency meeting to discuss it. Dong Xuebin had to rush over to attend as well. But he could not stay through every meeting from start to finish, because with so many investors around, trouble could crop up with anyone at any time. The moment a call came in, Dong Xuebin had to hurry over to deal with it. He had to accompany inspections, attend important dinners, hold meetings, handle liaison work, and even ask what medicine the hospital had prescribed when an investor fell ill. He was basically busy from five in the morning until midnight, sleeping at most four hours. As for meals, forget three a day—even getting to sit down and properly eat one meal was considered good.
Dead to the world.
Then alive again.
That was how Dong Xuebin had felt for the past week.
Still, all that grueling work had brought substantial gains.
Seven days had passed. The investors who needed to inspect had finished inspecting,