Monday morning.
Yantai County Investment Bureau.
As Dong Xuebin parked his car in the compound, Jia Yan drove in as well in a Jetta.
"Yo, Director Jia, how are you feeling?"
"...I'm fine now."
"Then you should get plenty of rest. No need to rush back to work—your health comes first."
"Thank you for your concern, Director Dong. I can still hold up."
"Heh heh."
As though he could not see Jia Yan's low spirits, Dong Xuebin patted him on the shoulder and offered a few more "concerned" remarks before turning and entering the Office Building. The biggest beneficiaries of this Investment Conference were undoubtedly the county government and the Investment Bureau; on an individual level, they were Xie Huilan and Dong Xuebin. In contrast, Xiang Daofa and Jia Yan had suffered the most. Not only had they failed to gain much credit, they had also lost both their advantage and their dignity because of this conference. Dong Xuebin was the most satisfied of all, and whenever he got the chance, he did not forget to take a jab at Jia Yan.
On his way upstairs, Dong Xuebin ran into Sun Shuli, who had arrived early.
"Director."
"Old Sun, you're here so early?"
"Yeah. The initial investments for three projects are expected to arrive today, including President Park's and President Mu's projects. I was worried something might go wrong, so I came early to keep an eye on things." Over the past few days, Sun Shuli's attitude toward Dong Xuebin had changed greatly. He no longer carried that old air of defiance and instead seemed inclined to draw closer to him. He had also gradually begun reporting directly to Dong Xuebin more often, something Dong Xuebin had naturally noticed.
"Alright. Keep pushing on this. Get the money in place as