Afternoon... half.
Only half an hour had passed since Dong Xuebin left.
In Xu Yan's office, Xu Yan was still discussing with Song Shoujie how to deal with Zhou Guoan's offensive.
"Cheng Haimei has now been promoted to political commissar. Don't be fooled by the fact that she used to be somewhat close to Zhou Guoan—no Top Leader and second-in-command can truly get along. Their relationship is only temporary. So I'll go speak with Cheng Haimei and see if we can get anything out of her." Xu Yan turned her teacup in her palm. "Lao Song, as for Director Yang Yizhong..."
"I'll handle him." Song Shoujie said with a furrowed brow, "Sigh, when all's said and done, what Little Dong just mentioned would be the most effective and straightforward approach."
Xu Yan interrupted him. "That's unrealistic. Zhou Guoan is far too cunning. Would he let evidence that could threaten him fall into someone else's hands? He'd definitely hide it securely. No, he wouldn't even need to hide it—so long as he kept anything shady locked away at home, he'd be perfectly safe. No one could search his house without evidence, so no one could possibly find any evidence."
Song Shoujie gave a helpless smile. "Then why did you just promise Little Dong a promotion to deputy section chief?"
"Treating a dead horse as if it were alive." Xu Yan smiled bitterly. "You know how uncanny Little Dong can be."
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door.
Xu Yan said, "Come in," and then saw Dong Xuebin push the door open and enter. She frowned. "Why are you back already? Didn't I tell you to study properly at the Party School?"
Song Shoujie looked at Dong Xuebin as well. How had Little Dong come back after such a short time?