That afternoon.
In the annex building of the Guangming Street Office, a gentle summer breeze drifted against the glass of the Secretary Office, carrying the sweltering heat inside.
Knock, knock, knock. Director Lei Guo Mingfeng, a short man, entered with a document in hand after knocking on the door.
"Director, these are the work reports submitted by the various communities."
"Mm, I'll look at them later. What are they about?"
"Respect-the-elderly and elderly assistance work. The district ordered it to be carried out last month."
"Got it. Leave them there."
"Then I'll head back if there's nothing else."
Once he left, Dong Xuebin pulled over the kraft paper bag and opened it, taking out the documents and casually flipping through them. These were district directives issued before he had taken office, so he did not know much about the specifics. Still, from the reports submitted by each community, he could tell that this district-wide campaign to respect, care for, and assist the elderly in Nanshan District required every street office and community to learn from the Peace Street Office and follow Peace Street's model and enthusiasm in handling respect-the-elderly work. Dong Xuebin had already been thinking about how to deal with Chu Qinghua and Li Lu, so seeing this naturally did not sit well with him.
With Peace Street's caliber, they wanted us to learn from them?
What a joke!
What had happened at noon had genuinely infuriated Dong Xuebin. He could not tolerate that sort of underhanded trickery. Worse still, they had never had any conflicts before, which angered him even more. Take Geng Xinke and Guo Mingfeng, for instance. His appointment had blocked their path, and their authority and interests inevitably clashed with his. It was perfectly normal for them to try to get him drunk at the