A Contest of Acting Skills

The unrest within the Duma had clearly made Gryzlov a little restless.

Even though their faction was large and powerful, with numerous Duma seats, they could not withstand others taking turns poaching their people.

Khovchenko's faction had poached some people before. Although Gryzlov had publicly condemned it harshly, he had not actually taken it too seriously.

He understood that his faction's foundations and advantages were simply too great. Its appeal was far beyond what a newly established faction could compare with.

The people Khovchenko had poached were merely fringe figures within the faction, people who had originally been candidates for "optimization" anyway...

But now that the Third Faction was quietly poaching people, he had no choice but to take it seriously.

The Third Faction under Mikhail's leadership possessed strength, appeal, and momentum that he absolutely could not ignore!

He had a good relationship with Wang Ye as well, and he did not want to fall out with him over this matter. After thinking it over, he decided to come speak to Wang Ye openly and honestly.

It would be best if they could put the matter on the table and resolve it amicably.

If they truly could not resolve it, it would not be too late to think of other methods then.

In Wang Ye's office, the two sat facing each other.

Gryzlov wore a deeply troubled expression. Before he even spoke, he let out a long sigh.

Wang Ye had a good idea of what Gryzlov had come to discuss and had prepared for it already.

Seeing Gryzlov's appearance now, Wang Ye found it rather amusing. He knew the old fox was deliberately putting on a tragic performance for him!

"What's wrong, Mr. Speaker? Why the long face?" Wang Ye teased.

Gryzlov sighed again before saying, "I'm worried!