Shan Wenxu had only been joking. In truth, from the day Zhou Yi had been "borrowed," he had known Zhou Yi would never come back.
Take the present situation: Director Zhou was already his equal in rank. What position could he take if he returned to Yangcheng? Either Shan would have to give up his seat as mayor, or Municipal Party Secretary Sima Yanan would have to move aside.
And even if they were willing, Zhou Yi probably would not agree.
With Zhou Yi's abilities, where in this vast world could he not go?
As for borrowing personnel, given their relationship, never mind three-even if Zhou Yi wanted thirty, Shan would find a way to round them up.
Even setting their personal friendship aside, there were still the family's interests to consider.
The political picture had gradually become clearer lately, and Jian Wanyan was showing signs of pulling ahead!
As the Jian Family's future son-in-law, Zhou Yi would surely inherit that unimaginably vast political legacy.
Shan Wenxu felt lucky to have turned an enemy like Zhou Yi into a friend. No, no-actually, from the very first moment he saw Zhou Yi, he had had a feeling that this man was his true brother, just born to different parents!
And the facts had proved him right!
On September 27, the second day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhou Yi set off for Liaoyang.
At the Provincial Party Committee Compound, the Provincial Party Committee Secretary had come home early and, for once, personally cooked a famous Capital City dish, Kung Pao Chicken. He had also opened a bottle of Moutai.
Mu Yalan kept using the serving chopsticks to put food on her son-in-law's plate, her eyes brimming with affection.
Lawyer Jian silently held her rice bowl, pretending she was invisible.
Whenever Zhou