Morning.
It was not yet nine.
After leaving Director Zhu Weiye's office at the Eighth Inspection Office, Dong Xuebin closed the door behind him, clenched his fist hard, and let out a long breath. Although Director Zhu had said nothing was certain, Dong Xuebin knew the matter was already set in stone. Director Zhu had merely been carrying out the formal procedure of a routine talk with him as his supervising leader. His mother-in-law had already let something slip to him, Huilan's Fourth Grandpa was the Secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, and his nomination had been submitted yesterday. There was no longer any suspense—only the official announcement remained.
It was finally settled!
What wonderful news!
Dong Xuebin felt this was the best news he had heard in months. He was only twenty-six, yet he was already about to take up a substantive Zhengchu-level post. Forget about ordinary people not even daring to dream of it—even children of prominent families like Xie Huilan, or Fang Wenping, had not achieved what Dong Xuebin had by the age of twenty-six. Dong Xuebin truly had every reason to be proud of what he had accomplished. A child from an ordinary family—a family whose circumstances were even worse than those of the average common people family—had made it this far. It could practically be called a miracle. In the past, no one would ever have imagined Dong Xuebin reaching his current position. Not even Dong Xuebin himself could have predicted it. But step by step, he had made it happen. He now felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment.
A substantive post!
Zhengchu level!
A position others might not dare dream of in their entire lives, yet he was about to firmly establish himself at the Zhengchu level after only four years. It