Capital City, Western Hills Villa.
Wei Siqi, secretary of the Southwest Province Provincial Party Committee, sat on the sofa alongside Jian Wanyan and Jian Wanhong, deputy director of the National Development and Reform Commission, listening respectfully as Old Master Jian spoke.
"Zhou Yi has ability, and he has achievements to his name. Both fully justify the position he holds today."
"Siqi, I know that you uncles are looking out for him. You believe he deserves all this, so you fight for him whenever you should. I have no objection to that. But going forward, you still need to be mindful of the natural career progression of party and government officials. Slow things down a little, and give him time to consolidate his experience and build on it."
"You should all understand that once he's come this far, moving steadily matters more than moving quickly!"
Wei Siqi, Jian Wanyan, and Jian Wanhong nodded repeatedly, assuring him they would remember his advice. The soundness of the old master's words was beyond question.
Zhou Yi's promotion speed had indeed exceeded the norm, but to them, it could not have been more reasonable.
His ability was there for everyone to see, as were his achievements. Not promoting him under those circumstances would have been unreasonable.
Besides, two of his six promotions had had absolutely nothing to do with them.
Those had come about because Zhou Yi's enemies, pursuing their own ulterior motives, had practically begged and pleaded for him to be promoted another rank.
There had been nothing wrong with his rapid promotions in the early stages. But once he reached full department level, continuing to pursue speed alone would serve little purpose and would no longer be realistic.
What Zhou Yi needed now was to consolidate his experience, strengthen his foundations, address the