Little Dong Was Very Calm

Afternoon.

A little after one.

In the Small Conference Room of the district government, regular and deputy-ranking officials from the various Street Offices and the Investment Bureau gradually arrived early. Some sat, some chatted, some laughed. However, the moment Dong Xuebin walked in from outside, everything immediately changed. Someone seemed to mutter something, and the room fell silent for an instant. Many people turned around, their surprised and suspicious gazes landing on Dong Xuebin's face.

Dong Xuebin instantly became the center of attention, yet not a single person took the initiative to greet him.

Chu Qinghua from the Peace Street Office had just arrived as well. After brushing past Dong Xuebin, he expressionlessly took a seat in the middle row as if he had not seen him. Pan Zhengyi, Director of the district Investment Bureau, entered through the door and saw Dong Xuebin's back. His steps stalled, and he took a detour to sit in the back row from the other side.

It was exactly the same as in the government compound. Dong Xuebin had been isolated.

If Dong Xuebin had merely offended one District Leader, people would not have reacted this way. After all, factional relations within a district could never be entirely harmonious. If you offended one side, there might still be opportunities with the other. But Nanshan District now only had the Wang Faction and the Geng Faction, and Dong Xuebin had thoroughly offended people from both factions, from top to bottom. That was a serious problem. No one wanted to rashly have any contact or entanglements with Dong Xuebin anymore. Otherwise, if District Governor Yuehua, who currently held power, noticed, she might misunderstand. What did it mean? You had a good relationship with Dong Xuebin?

A moment later.

The Conference Room gradually filled with chatter again.