Discipline Inspection Committee.
Small auditorium.
Everyone watched Dong Xuebin and whispered among themselves.
More and more people arrived, and after taking their seats, they joined the discussion.
"I thought the new director of Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office One would be at least in his thirties, even if he was young."
"Exactly. Office One is the Discipline Inspection Committee's most important functional department. How could they..."
"It's not strange. Have you forgotten? Director Dong rendered great merit during the earthquake."
"I know that, but the television reports last month never said Director Dong was only twenty-four or twenty-five, did they?"
"Yeah, and the news only showed one black-and-white memorial photo, which didn't really look like him."
"This is too outrageous. At his age, with his qualifications, who below him would be convinced?"
"Exactly. I admire Director Dong's character. There probably weren't many who could risk their lives to save people after the earthquake like he did. But earthquake relief and discipline inspection work are completely different things."
Dong Xuebin had no idea what they were talking about. It was nothing more than the usual comments about him being too young. He had long grown used to people pointing fingers at him. It had been the same when he became deputy director of the ** Bureau, Director of the Investment Bureau, and Street Office Director. So he went up to greet Gao Wenrong, the director of the Discipline Inspection Committee office, then took his seat and waited for the leaders to announce his appointment.
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman and several Discipline Inspection Committee Staff arrived late.
The woman was around forty. Her makeup was heavy, and her hair was neatly pinned up with a green claw-shaped clip. Though winter was approaching, she wore a long white floral skirt, beneath which a