The office.
A little after four in the afternoon.
Dong Xuebin slowly drove his battered Xiali back and parked beneath the building. He did not hurry upstairs. Instead, he casually took out a sheet of paper and a pen from his bag, bent over, and quickly scribbled out a self-criticism letter. The wording was full of remorse and anguish, promising that he would certainly correct his mistakes in the future, unite with his colleagues, get along harmoniously, and so on. In truth, he did not take it to heart at all. After finishing it, he read it over once more, and only after he was satisfied did he get out of the car with his things.
Upstairs.
Dong Xuebin first went to Eighth Office Director Zhu Weiye's office and handed the self-criticism over for his leader to review. He also settled the repair costs and medical compensation.
He paid seventy thousand. It was not too expensive, was it?
After dealing with all that, Dong Xuebin returned to the Second Office.
In the office area.
The moment Dong Xuebin entered, the place immediately became chaotic.
"Ah, Director Dong!" Zhang Dongliang shouted.
Han Fei also sprang up from her chair in surprise. "You're finally back!"
Dong Xuebin simply nodded to everyone as usual. Without saying anything, he was about to head to his office. It was nearly time to get off work, and he figured he could still watch a movie. If, that morning, he had watched movies out of boredom and found everything dull, then after all the fuss today, he felt quite fulfilled and wanted to properly relax for a while.
But this time, Han Fei and the others would not let Dong Xuebin go back. They stopped him and began firing questions at him. They had obviously heard