That morning.
The farce at the Discipline Inspection Committee entrance quickly spread by word of mouth. Within an hour, many Discipline Inspection Committee Staff who had not been present learned about the conflict between Dong Xuebin and Liu Hanqing: the Porsche ramming the Crown, Director Dong slapping Deputy Director Liu across the face. There was heated discussion below. Disputes like this were rarely seen in a department like the Discipline Inspection Committee, and everyone wanted to see how the Discipline Inspection Committee Leaders would handle it.
Let it slide?
Or give both sides an equal punishment?
Or criticize only Liu Hanqing? Maybe even halt his Order of Transfer?
Inside the Director's Office of Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office One.
Dong Xuebin bent over the water dispenser and filled a cup with hot water, then gulped it down. He had long since prepared himself for the consequences of ramming the Crown. Dong Xuebin did not believe he had done anything wrong in this matter. Liu Hanqing was merely a deputy director, yet he had dared challenge the authority of his superior by refusing to let him park. That was insubordination, something greatly frowned upon in official circles. Before things had blown up, it might have been hard to say, but now that it had caused such an impact, the Discipline Inspection Committee Leaders would definitely take necessary measures. They probably would not blindly favor Liu Hanqing—for example, they might cancel Liu Hanqing's transfer and make him stay stuck in Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office One. At least, that was what Dong Xuebin thought.
After giving me trouble all morning, he still wants to transfer out and get promoted?
Dong Xuebin thought, As if it could be that easy. Liu Hanqing will have to pay for what he did. That had