The next day.
Early Monday morning, Dong Xuebin drove the Passat to the Nanshan District government compound.
After going upstairs, Dong Xuebin knocked twice on the door to Executive Deputy District Governor Shen Fei's office. Hearing a "Come in," he pushed open the door and entered.
Shen Fei looked up at him and said neither warmly nor coldly, "Have a seat."
He was not very old, with delicate features, and was also considered a young cadre.
Dong Xuebin did not sit. He gave an embarrassed smile and said, "District Governor Shen, I need to apologize to you first. I've got a straightforward temper and speak without thinking. I was a little impulsive yesterday, and my tone was a bit... But I wasn't targeting you. Please don't take it to heart." With the overall situation settled and Peace Street Office beaten, Dong Xuebin was in an excellent mood. He hurried to smooth things over with Shen Fei. After all, he had openly challenged Shen Fei in his office yesterday, so naturally, he had to give the man a way out now.
Shen Fei waved a hand. "It was all for work. It's fine. Sit, sit."
Dong Xuebin slowly sat down in front of his desk.
"Let's get to business." Shen Fei looked at him. "I heard the central Inspection Team left last night?"
Dong Xuebin nodded. "I think they went to a neighboring city to inspect the next unit. I tried to keep them here, but couldn't."
"And... what about the quota?"
"There shouldn't be a problem. The Inspection Team seemed quite satisfied with our Guangming Street Office's Respect-the-Elderly Work."
"Mm, that's good." Shen Fei pondered for a moment. "Keep a tight grip on the work these next few days. Don't relax. Our goal isn't merely to get nominated by Beihe