Huang Quji's first reaction was that it was impossible. He Shugang, as the minister of the Security Affairs Department, was a chief official with real power.
Unless it had been confirmed that he would be transferred to the Executive Council to become a core member of the next Executive Government, he would never be moved so easily.
But even then, Huang Quji did not think He Shugang would give up his current position. Sitting in that seat was not something he alone could decide; it also represented the interests of many people behind him.
Still, whenever the Executive Government changed hands, some people always rose while others fell. If the Progressive Faction was making a move and wanted to use this opportunity to shift He Shugang elsewhere, that was also possible.
After pondering for a moment, he thought that this year's circumstances were unusual. With the Great Collision approaching, the struggle between the two factions would surely be fiercer than ever. Zhongjing was a huge whirlpool; going to the southern front might not be a bad thing after all. It would let him avoid it.
Especially since that man had already been promoted to an advisor of the Advisory Council. He was not exactly at odds with the man, but they could not be called close either. Huang Quji felt that, given the chance, the other party might well make trouble for him.
Although, at his current level, he was not afraid of ordinary trouble, he knew that quite a few matters were tied to him as well. As an advisor, the other man had plenty of ways to make things difficult for him.
With that in mind, he decided to leave as soon as possible.
By the time he returned, matters in Zhongjing should have more or less settled.