Morning.
Just before nine.
It was a normal start time, and Dong Xuebin had not arrived at work early. He did not seem the least bit anxious. After having his driver, Xiao Wang, park downstairs, Dong Xuebin got out, straightened his clothes, then slowly ambled into the Office Building.
"Secretary."
"Uh, Secretary."
"Good morning."
Seeing Dong Xuebin like this, everyone was speechless. Hasn't he heard about the Provincial Television Station's Morning News report? How could he still be so calm? They truly had to hand it to this newly arrived County Party Secretary. Forget everyone else—even ordinary Civil Servants like them were feeling restless and anxious. Yet Dong Xuebin, the Top Leader of the entire county, looked utterly unconcerned? Wasn't this a case of the emperor not worrying while the eunuchs worried themselves sick? No one knew what Secretary Dong was thinking. They simply could not make heads or tails of it.
"What kind of attitude is Secretary Dong showing?"
"Who knows? It looks like he doesn't take it seriously at all."
"Something this big, and he doesn't take it seriously? That can't be right, can it?"
"Exactly. The provincial authorities have gotten involved. This is huge."
"That's right. If things go badly, Jiaolin County's leadership could be hit by an earthquake this time."
"Not just the leadership. The lower-level cadres certainly won't get off easy either. Who knows how many people will be implicated."
Everyone began discussing it heatedly, no longer bothering with the move into the New County Party Committee Compound. They were all talking about this matter instead.
Dong Xuebin was not anxious, but everyone else was.
For example, Zhang Dongfang, Meng Hanmei, and the other County Party Committee Standing Committee Members had already been holding an emergency meeting in the conference room for half an hour.