Help Has Arrived!

The next day

On The Seventh Day of the Lunar New Year, work resumed.

Dong Xuebin got up at six. After leaving Mom's place, he drove straight back to Fenzhou City. Without even going home, he headed directly to the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard. People coming to work were constantly passing through the compound, their faces still carrying the joy of the New Year. But when Dong Xuebin's car arrived, many people looked his way.

This had already become routine at the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard, and Dong Xuebin had long since gotten used to it.

He glanced around, drove into the Discipline Inspection Committee parking lot, pulled the handbrake, and got out.

Normally, Dong Xuebin's four-million-yuan Porsche alone was enough to draw everyone's attention. It was simply too eye-catching. Besides, he was the youngest Fuchu Level leader in all of Beihe Province, had a wife who was a vice mayor, and even the recent death of Secretary Wan's nephew, Wan Sichao, had something to do with him. Dong Xuebin had also been absent from work for quite some time before the New Year because of his daughter. With all of that piled together, he would have found it strange if people did not keep staring at him. He had long been used to living at the center of a storm.

"Director Dong."

"Happy New Year, Director."

"Good morning, Director Dong."

"Little Dong, you're here? How was your New Year?"

Dong Xuebin greeted everyone as well.

The Discipline Inspection Committee staff seemed a little afraid to have much contact with Dong Xuebin. After greeting him, they hurried away. Some of the other cadres and leaders merely nodded at him out of courtesy. After all, Dong Xuebin had not come to work for a month, so it would have been improper