Upstairs for a Drink

This meal lasted quite a while, about an hour.

It was the longest Wang Ye had ever spent eating here, because there had been quite a few matters to discuss.

Seeing that it was about time, Gebliev gave him a look. Wang Ye understood immediately, quickly finished the rest of his food, then stood up to say goodbye.

Rosiana and Gebliev also rose to bid farewell.

After thanking Mr. Putin for his hospitality, Wang Ye and Rosiana followed Gebliev to his office, where they continued drinking tea and chatting.

"You did well today! Every time we discuss serious matters, your performance surprises me," Gebliev praised.

Wang Ye smiled modestly and said humbly, "It's all part of my duty. One must handle the affairs of one's office. Since I'm serving as chairman of the Economic Committee, I can't just coast along without doing anything."

Gebliev shook his head. "Not everyone can think as far ahead as you do. That really is the difference in vision and global perspective. Take Gryzlov, for example. He's already quite competent, yet he still never considered the things you brought up. Keep up the good work. I think highly of you!"

During today's conversation with Putin and Gebliev, Wang Ye had sensed something strange. It seemed that both Putin and Gebliev were somewhat dissatisfied with Gryzlov...

They had even said they hoped Wang Ye would succeed him as Speaker of the Duma in the next term!

That really should not have been the case. The position of Speaker was no joke; it was basically always held by the leader of the First Faction.

After all, the First Faction held the most seats in the Duma and had an absolute advantage in the election.

Wang Ye was only the leader of the Third Faction. If he really