Afternoon.
Small Conference Room, county government compound.
The second County Party Committee Standing Committee meeting of the month was about to begin.
Other than the County Party Committee Office staff who had come to arrange the room, Dong Xuebin was the first County Leader to arrive. After entering, he took his seat, cradled the thermos he had brought from his own office, and slowly sipped his tea. He needed to settle his mind—and moisten his throat.
One sip...
Two sips...
Three sips...
Why moisten his throat?
There might be a battle later. Naturally, he had to prepare in advance.
Dong Xuebin was now one of the Jiang faction's main "guns." Jiang Fangfang's personality spoke for itself; it was hard to imagine her getting red in the face and arguing with someone. He would probably never see that in his lifetime. As for Pu An and Jian Xiangrong, the departments they oversaw were somewhat peripheral. They had voting rights on many matters and decisions, but there was little they could really weigh in on, and neither was especially eloquent. Then there was Chu Peng, the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, whose wife Dong Xuebin had just saved. Dong Xuebin did not know Old Chu's exact stance. It looked like he had sided with Jiang Fangfang, but after all that back-and-forth turmoil, Dong Xuebin had no idea whether Chu Peng would truly throw his weight behind them. So although the Jiang faction appeared to be flourishing, with more and more senior officials joining them, Dong Xuebin was still practically the only one doing the shelling and arguing at Standing Committee meetings.
There was no helping it.
Who told this guy he could talk?
After waiting a while, people gradually began filing into the Conference Room.
"Oh, County Chief Dong,