Zheng Qiren's heart tightened involuntarily, as though a bone-chilling cold had traveled through his phone.
He understood Jian Wanyan's stern warning, and he also heard the resolve behind it: Jian was willing to wage an all-out war to protect Zhou Yi!
Truth be told, he was wary of Jian Wanyan. Along with Xue Baiqing and Wang Taiping, Jian had once been among the youngest officials of their generation to reach full ministerial rank.
At forty-four, Jian had become deputy secretary of the Blue Sea Provincial Party Committee and provincial governor. Over the six or seven years since then, he had overseen two provinces, serving successively as Provincial Party Committee Secretary of Blue Sea and Liaodong.
If Jian Wanyan could make the crucial transition from a provincial post to Capital City in the next year or two, then it was no exaggeration to say that he stood a strong chance of rising another level, perhaps even further!
But that depended on the Jian Family receiving enough support, especially from families with formidable political influence, such as the Zheng Family and the Gong Family.
Wherever there were people, there were rivalries; wherever there were rivalries, there was conflict.
The same held just as true in officialdom.
The Jian Family and the Xie Family differed in their political views and regarded each other as rivals. Under those circumstances, support from the Gong and Zheng families became all the more important.
That was why Zheng Qiren had been certain Jian Wanyan would not dare offend both families at once and would have no choice but to compromise and make concessions.
Yet, to his utter astonishment, Jian Wanyan refused to give an inch.
Good grief!
Was Zhou Yi your son-in-law or your son?
Even his own father could hardly show him more favoritism and protection!