Qian Pengcheng looked to be over fifty. He was thin and dark-skinned, wearing an old-fashioned coat. A few sparse hairs swayed faintly in the breeze atop his half-bald head, stubbornly holding on.
If he had not revealed his identity, Chen Shouyi would never have guessed that this little old man was a district chief—no, the acting mayor now!
He shook hands with Chen Shouyi and Zhang Miaomiao in turn, then gripped Chen Shouyi's hand tightly. A string of transparent cold sores at the corners of his mouth gleamed with grease as he rasped, "Chief Advisor Chen, I saw your name in Renren Daily. With you here, we can finally relax!"
Chen Shouyi gave his hand a gentle tug, but the other man seemed completely oblivious. He could only endure the discomfort of having an old man clutch his hand and say, "Mayor Qian, you're too kind. I'll do my best, but could you let go first?"
"Sorry, sorry. I was too excited." Qian Pengcheng came to his senses and awkwardly released him at once. "Then let's head to Temporary City Hall first. The conditions are a little crude, so I hope you two won't mind!"
They said the conditions were crude, but only after seeing the place for himself did Chen Shouyi understand what "crude" truly meant!
The two of them walked to the building's parking lot. It was completely empty, with only two bicycles sitting there.
"I'm afraid we've really inconvenienced you. Cars are easily attacked by the barbarians these days. Bicycles are the safest option, and they don't attract attention," Qian Pengcheng hurriedly explained.
"Is it really this serious?" Zhang Miaomiao asked, her heart sinking at his words.
"It's worse than I've said. Do you know why a district chief of proper rank like me is now the