The Kremlin was more anxious than Wang Ye had imagined.
Not long after Gebliev's call ended, just as Wang Ye finished a cigarette, he received another call personally from his godfather, inviting him over for dinner.
During the call, he specifically mentioned that Medvedev would also be there.
Wang Ye knew perfectly well what the dinner was about.
It was time to lay their cards on the table!
Of course, the ones who needed to make concessions were the Kremlin, not the Duma—much less Wang Ye!
After hanging up, Wang Ye smiled faintly, set the matter aside for the moment, and began dealing with other official business.
Unfortunately, he was destined to have no peace and quiet today. He had barely been working for long when Gryzlov strolled over, knocked, and let himself in.
Gryzlov seemed to be in a good mood, his face beaming with smiles.
The moment he sat down, he chuckled and said, "That vote today was truly nerve-racking—225 to 225! I've been in the Duma for so many years, and honestly, this is the first time I've ever seen a vote so evenly matched."
Wang Ye said helplessly, "That's hardly worth celebrating. After all, nominating the prime minister is the Kremlin's prerogative. It's a bit hard to justify us blocking it."
Gryzlov slapped the sofa cushion and said angrily:
"Hmph!
"Our Duma is not some so-called voting machine. Under the powers granted to us by the Constitution, the Duma has the right to reject any unreasonable or improper decision or policy from the Kremlin and the government.
"This time, we need to make the Kremlin understand that Moscow is not a place where it can do whatever it wants!"
The subject was a little sensitive, and Wang Ye could not easily respond, so he changed the