Just before ten o'clock.
Inside the New Office.
Dong Xuebin's office was like a signboard. Every leader, cadre, and ordinary civil servant passing by would unconsciously glance inside. Those who had been complaining bitterly about the working environment saw how focused and adaptable Secretary Dong was, and their hearts gradually settled. A leader's attitude would inevitably influence others to some extent. Seeing this, everyone gradually began working in an orderly manner.
These little tricks came naturally to Dong Xuebin.
He might not have much great wisdom or political wisdom, but he had never lacked cleverness.
After all these years, Dong Xuebin understood himself well. When faced with his shortcomings, he could only make up for them with his special abilities—for example, his innate lack of political wisdom. As for cleverness, he had his own methods. Over the years, Dong Xuebin had developed his own set of experience and refined it well. He was no longer the inexperienced young man he had once been.
One minute...
Five minutes...
The changes in everyone became increasingly obvious.
It was all subtle, the kind of feeling where one person influenced ten, and ten influenced a hundred.
Su Yan also saw the change in everyone and admired Dong Xuebin even more. Earlier, when Secretary Dong had told him not to close the door, he had not understood why. Now, Su Yan finally understood Secretary Dong's intention, and the results were obvious. Su Yan felt that he still had far too much to learn. He now had a goal, a direction to strive toward: becoming someone like Secretary Dong. Though Su Yan might have been one or two years older than Dong Xuebin, after getting to know him over the past few days, Su Yan felt that Dong Xuebin absolutely deserved to be County Party Secretary.