Carrying the medal and certificate, he entered the building to a chorus of congratulations. Everyone clamored for Wang Yan to treat them. Naturally, Wang Yan did not refuse. He said he would bring in a chef from a restaurant that evening to cook in the station cafeteria. In fact, he had done the same thing when he received his previous two third-class merits—he had treated everyone then as well.
It was mostly symbolic; people were only saying it casually. There were more than twenty people at the station, and that was not a group just anyone could afford to treat. Even an ordinary restaurant meal would cost two thousand yuan, and that would not even count as eating and drinking well. Even Wang Shouyi, who earned the highest salary in the station, could not afford it.
Wang Yan, on the other hand, was generous. He directly hired the chef of a big restaurant to come over with a team and ingredients. The bonus for a third-class merit was two thousand yuan, and the bonus for a second-class merit was five thousand. Yet treating everyone at the station to a meal would cost him tens of thousands. Everyone at the station said Wang Yan was a good man—someone who knew how to conduct himself.
Of course, aside from spending money, Wang Yan was also quite capable within the station. Director Song and Chief Wang had not been wrong before: Wang Shouyi did not even need to speak as station chief. Wang Yan could get people in the station moving on his own. If he really wanted to make things difficult for Wang Shouyi, then Wang Shouyi's only use as station chief would be attending meetings at the bureau.
This was authority Wang Yan had built through real results. Although the older