Evening.
A little after seven.
In a private room not far away.
Xie Huilan walked ahead while Dong Xuebin followed behind, somewhat unwillingly. He truly did not want to see those city leaders, especially Municipal Party Secretary Qian Litao. That old bastard had tripped Dong Xuebin up plenty of times and had always treated him badly. Dong Xuebin did not even want to look at him. If Fang Wenping had not rushed over to help him out back then, Dong Xuebin would probably still be suspended right now. But on second thought, going was fine. He did not want to see Qian Litao, but did Qian Litao want to see him? As a County Party Secretary, he had repeatedly used other means to quietly overturn the Municipal Party Secretary's decisions, putting the city in an awkward position. What did Dong Xuebin have to hide from? He was not the one whose face had been slapped.
"Let's go." Having thought it through, Dong Xuebin quickened his pace.
Xie Huilan turned back and smiled at him. "Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic again?"
Dong Xuebin gave a hey. "I'm giving my wife some face, aren't I?"
Xie Huilan smiled. "All right, that sweet mouth of yours is something else. Sister Xie will reward you later, hehe."
Private Room No. 3.
This was not the Banquet Hall, so it was not as large, with only one big table. Still, the room was spacious enough, and the décor was quite refined.
More than a dozen people sat inside.
There were men and women, old and young.
Half were members of Xiaxing City's delegation, while the other half were Baohong City cadres and staff. Each side occupied half the table. Two chairs had been placed at the head of the table. One was occupied