Cheng Han had suddenly promoted Fang Tingyuan, and it was by no means a whim. It had been a premeditated move.
This time, his main policies after taking office as Director of the Patrol Department—"stabilizing the interior" and "repelling external threats"—could be said to have gotten off to a good start.
Judging from the current situation, the results were quite good.
A batch of moles within the Patrol Department had been purged, yet internal morale had not fallen. The perfect resolution of the Ning'an Neighborhood incident had initially united people's hearts.
However.
Cheng Han felt that if he wanted to truly stabilize the situation in Anhua City, there was still one important thing to do—win over the majority of the lower-class civilians.
To put it more specifically—give the lower class some benefits.
At this moment.
Cheng Han had finished lunch.
The Winter Garden Master, Fang Qinghuai, presented a cup of sweet tea with extreme attentiveness. "Director Cheng, please enjoy!"
Cheng Han lightly inhaled the tea's fragrance and immediately recognized it as the variety of sweet tea he liked. It was called "Jin Feng Sweet Tea."
The last time he had come to Anhua City, he had tasted Jin Feng Sweet Tea while dining at a club and casually praised it.
He had not expected the Fang Family's information network to be so efficient that they had even investigated such a trivial matter.
Cheng Han took a sip of the sweet tea and nodded. "Not bad!"
If Fang Qinghuai had had a tail behind him, it would certainly have been wagging like a windmill. "The Fang Family invited a tea master from the 'He Tai Club.' His skills are among the best in Anhua City."
The "He Tai Club" mentioned in this sentence was precisely the club where Cheng Han had