Evening.
After work, Dong Xuebin returned to the County Party Committee Family Compound, exhausted.
He unlocked the door and hurried inside, wanting nothing more than a good shower and some rest. He had spent the entire day using his brain—thinking about how to deal with his colleagues, how to win over his subordinates, how to handle Lu Dafa. Everything had worn him out. It felt more exhausting than a whole year of work. Dong Xuebin had never been good at mental labor, but he knew he had to adapt, or he would never become a qualified leader.
But just as he was about to shower, Dong Xuebin froze the moment he entered.
A pungent medicinal smell hit his nose. It was awful, even stinging his eyes.
Only then did he smack his forehead and remember. The house had been infested with cockroaches these past few days, and that morning he had called the gatekeepers to deal with it. Cockroach poison worked too slowly and could not solve the problem at its root, so they had sprayed insecticide into every nook and cranny. It was highly effective, but the smell was far too harsh. Under these conditions, Dong Xuebin would not just be unable to sleep—even sitting in the room for five minutes would choke him to death.
Well, the place was uninhabitable for the next couple of days.
He would have to find a hotel.
Helplessly, Dong Xuebin packed some fresh clothes and work documents, then went downstairs to drive.
For the sake of convenience, Dong Xuebin drove back near County People's Square and found a hotel not far from the Investment Bureau. It was around six or seven stories tall, not rated or anything, just one of the better ordinary hotels. He went inside and took a look. It