Lin Peisheng had barely returned home when his wife told him Feng Keqing was waiting for him inside.
After his son Lin Jianshe left, he had converted the room into a small study.
Smoke already hung in the study. Clearly, Feng Keqing had been waiting there for quite some time, and the wait had been agonizing for him.
The moment Feng Keqing saw Lin Peisheng enter, he hurriedly rose to his feet. "County Magistrate Lin, I heard they're establishing the Bolamula Protected Area?"
"You're certainly well informed."
The acrid smell of smoke made him uncomfortable, but he still shut the door and sat down on the sofa, rubbing his head in weary pain.
Most officials these days could hold their liquor. When the leaders came for dinner, there might be a lot of people, but drinking was still inevitable. As lower-level cadres, Secretary Chen, Lin Peisheng, and the others had all drunk plenty. When a leader took a sip, they had to down a whole glass.
Coupled with Duojie suddenly stirring things up, the situation had gone somewhat beyond control. Lin Peisheng was now mentally and physically exhausted.
"With so many leaders coming, of course I had to keep an eye on things. You're all important figures—every word and action you take affects businessmen like us."
Feng Keqing smiled ingratiatingly and asked again, "County Magistrate Lin, what's the leaders' stance?"
"Duojie has no sense of rules, no organizational discipline. He suddenly dumped this matter in front of the leaders, and they were caught off guard too. What stance could they have? They don't like it! Did Duojie ever stop to think where the money for a protected area would come from?
Now their company is making money and using it to subsidize conservation, but before it made money, the county