Monday.
Early in the morning.
Fang Wenping's bedroom.
It was already eight. Dong Xuebin had gone to bed too late last night and was still sleeping soundly under the covers when a phone call woke him.
Ring ring ring.
It was his secretary, Su Yan.
Dong Xuebin glanced at his phone, then sleepily held it to his ear. "Hello."
"Secretary Dong, this is Xiao Su." Su Yan hesitated. "Did I disturb your rest?"
"It's fine. What time is it?" Dong Xuebin forced himself to rub his eyes.
"It's exactly eight. You came back from the Capital City after handling business? This morning's meeting..." Su Yan had called to ask whether his leader could come to work.
Dong Xuebin gave a grunt. "I got back yesterday, but it was too late, so I found a hotel in the provincial capital... How about this? Push the morning meeting back an hour. I'll try to get back as soon as possible. If I really can't make it, we'll hold it in the afternoon instead. Let everyone know."
Su Yan immediately said, "All right, I'll notify everyone right away."
"Nothing much happening in the county these past couple of days, right?" Dong Xuebin had woken up a little.
Su Yan replied, "Nothing major. We're still consolidating the results of the Investment Promotion Culture Festival. The projects brought in through the festival have begun receiving their first installments of funding, and some have even secured their second installments. Every project investment department is following up, and everything is going smoothly."
"Good." Dong Xuebin said nothing more and hung up.
It was already this late, so he should have gotten up. Dong Xuebin turned to look beside him. Fang Wenping was still asleep, and sleeping deeply at that. Neither the ringing phone nor Dong Xuebin's conversation