The next morning.
There was a major problem with the Investment Conference. There was no way to keep the news under wraps.
Every department in the county was now coordinating with the Investment Bureau, eagerly planning for the conference.
The moment they heard this, everyone's heart tightened.
As soon as Xiang Daofa got word, his face darkened. With one phone call, he had his secretary, Zhou Jun, summon Jia Yan to the County Party Committee Compound.
Although Xie Huilan was nominally in charge of the Investment Conference, she would not look good if something went wrong. But it was Xiang Daofa who had reached into the Investment Bureau, and Xiang Daofa who had ignored Xie Huilan's objections and forcibly appointed Jia Yan.
If the Investment Conference really fell apart, Xiang Daofa would bear most of the responsibility. It might even draw criticism from the city. That was something Xiang Daofa did not want to see, and absolutely could not allow to happen.
Inside the office.
Jia Yan hurriedly said, "Uncle Xiang, I..."
"What did you say? What the hell are you doing?" Xiang Daofa suddenly slammed the desk.
"There's been a little problem with the Investment Conference," Jia Yan quickly explained. "But I'll definitely resolve it as soon as possible."
"A problem? President Park is already preparing to pull his investment! You call that a problem?" Xiang Daofa grew even angrier. "The Investment Conference has only invited twenty investors! You call that a problem?"
"Then what do you call a major problem? How did you do your job? You can't even handle something this small?"
Xiang Daofa was a leader who valued political achievements and was especially keen on Face Projects. The massive urban construction projects he had pushed before, draining huge amounts of manpower and resources, made that obvious.