At last, it was Monday.
Inside the General Office.
"Everyone, hurry up and clean up. The leaders will be coming by for an inspection later."
"Huh? Wasn't there supposed to be a Party committee meeting this morning?"
"It's been moved to tomorrow."
Hearing Guo Shunjie and Chang Juan's conversation, Dong Xuebin breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had a little more time now.
Ten minutes later, the team inspecting the bureau's sanitation and appearance arrived. To Dong Xuebin's surprise, Director Yan Liang was leading them. Director Yan had an excellent reputation—impartial, selfless, upright, and unyielding—hence his nickname, the Iron-Faced Director Yan. In stark contrast stood the somewhat effeminate middle-aged man beside him, wearing a faint smile: Political Commissar Zhou Guoan, whose reputation was less than stellar. They said Political Commissar Zhou's favorite pastime was forming cliques.
"Director Yan, Political Commissar Zhou."
"Director Yan, Political Commissar."
"Director." Everyone in the General Office rose to greet them.
Behind the two leaders were all the clerks. Some looked around the corners of the office and wrote down notes on the sanitation conditions, while others examined Dong Xuebin, Zhuangzi, and the others' clothing and appearance for anything improper. In truth, it was all just for show. Uh, no, there were more than just two leaders this time. Behind the director and political commissar... Deputy Director Liu Hua was there too. He just had so little presence that many people had not noticed him. Damn, he really was low-key—he did not seem to have the slightest awareness of being a leader.
After taking a cursory look around, the group finally left.
Dong Xuebin glanced at Liu Hua's retreating back, then slowly sat down and began the day's work.
At around ten o'clock, Dong Xuebin looked up at the time. Figuring it was about