"You're something else, kid. Your station chief told me you were good at community work, but seeing it in person today, this is way beyond good. I was wondering why your station's public satisfaction rate had gone up so fast lately. Now I see it. If you weren't standing here, no one would even care about me, the bureau chief. Auntie told you to work hard, said you could become a bureau chief too. That's what the people expect of you. You'd better keep at it."
After completing the ceremony for the public to present a commendation banner, Director Song smiled as he looked at the crowd that still had not dispersed and said this to Wang Yan.
"Director Song, aren't you scolding me? You're such an important bureau chief—how could the people possibly not care about you? Look, aren't they all watching you?" Wang Yan waved with a grin. "I haven't done much. It's all because our station chief leads well and knows how to use people. And Officer Zhang Zhijie, the mentor assigned to me, has supported me too. Otherwise, with our police manpower stretched so thin, how could I wander around every day like this?"
The chrysanthemum-like wrinkles on Wang Shouyi's old face had not changed all morning. "Enough already. Do I need you to gild my lily in front of Director Song?"
"What needs saying needs saying. Even if you don't want the praise, brother Zhang deserves some too. And Director Song, let me make this clear—I'm not eyeing your bureau chief position. I'm planning to devote my whole life to Balihe and work here until retirement. Give credit where it's due, but forget about promoting me."
"That's enough from you. A couple of compliments and you're floating to the heavens?" Director Song glared. "Tell me,