Late morning. (Literature Museum)
County Party Secretary's temporary office.
Dong Xuebin set down the newspaper, clasped his hands behind his back, and paced briskly back and forth around the room. One lap, two laps, three laps. Finally, he grabbed the phone from the desk.
"Hello, Xiao Su."
"Secretary Dong."
"Come to my office immediately."
"Uh, all right. I'll be right there."
After hanging up, Dong Xuebin forcibly calmed himself. He took a deep breath, sat down in his chair, rubbed his forehead, and closed his eyes as his mind began racing. The early unearthing of the cultural relic had truly caught him off guard. He had neither planned nor prepared for this in the short term. It had indeed thrown him off balance. But none of that was a problem. Dong Xuebin had already grasped the future course of development months ago. He was well prepared mentally; even if he had not made preparations beforehand, it was not too late to start now. The ancient tomb being unearthed ahead of time was actually a good thing. His position was secure now, and Jiaolin County's conditions in every respect had basically matured. Everything was ready but the final push. The sooner it came, the better.
The door opened.
Su Yan jogged in, panting. "Secretary, you wanted to see me?" He had sensed something off in Secretary Dong's voice over the phone and knew something major had happened, so he had hurried over. After serving as Dong Xuebin's secretary for so long, he understood him fairly well.
Dong Xuebin pushed the newspaper across the desk. "You know about the villagers digging up an antique on Qingluan Mountain, right?"
Su Yan froze for a moment, then stepped forward and glanced at page three. "Oh, I know about that. It happened yesterday. I only