Monday.
Morning, overcast.
As soon as the people at Guangming Street Office arrived at work, they learned from the clerks who had worked overtime yesterday why Director Dong had shown such authority. Word quickly spread.
"Lao Liang, did you hear?"
"I heard a little. Something about advertising cards?"
"Ha, you should've seen the Health Wine Factory owner's expression back then. He didn't take us seriously at all."
"The district already put us out in the cold. Who would take our street office seriously? Anyway, what happened later?"
"Later? There's a Health Wine Factory advertising card downstairs from my building. When I passed by after work yesterday, they were taking it down."
"Huh? Why did they suddenly start removing it? Did Song Qingming find people to tear it down himself? What was in it for him?"
"There was nothing in it for him. Anyway, Director Dong used some kind of trick to deal with Song Qingming. He had to take it down whether he wanted to or not."
"Really? If I'd known, I would've worked overtime yesterday too. I could've watched the show."
"Yesterday was satisfying. That factory owner really didn't know what was good for him. Didn't he realize that Director Dong's authority wasn't something he could just brush aside?"
Dong Xuebin came to work. He hadn't heard everyone's discussions, but he could guess what they were talking about without even thinking.
With the advertising cards being removed, Dong Xuebin had once again shown everyone his fighting prowess. It was a show of force, and also Dong Xuebin's indirect way of telling every leader and cadre harboring ill intentions toward him: I, Dong Xuebin, am not someone to be messed with. Want to make a move against me? Weigh it carefully first. Don't think that just because I offended District