Zhou Yi hurried forward and clasped the plump hand that Chairman Xiang had extended first. Humbly and respectfully, he said, "Hello, Chairman Xiang. You're too kind. With you here, we have someone to anchor us. I'm a soldier under your command now. Whatever your orders, I'll follow them!"
"Still as modest as ever, Xiao Zhou!" Xiang Chang'an warmly shook his hand again and again, a complicated look flickering in his eyes.
He had met Zhou Yi several times in Linhai and exchanged a few words with him, so they were acquainted. After learning that Zhou Yi had been assigned to the Fourth Inspection Group, he had even called Linhai Provincial Party Committee Secretary Hou Xiangyang specifically to discuss it.
Good grief, Hou Xiangyang cared more about this than he would about his own son's affairs. He repeatedly urged Xiang Chang'an to look after his dear nephew Zhou Yi, emphasizing that this was Zhou Yi's first inspection assignment and he was bound to be unfamiliar with the work. As group leader, Xiang Chang'an had both a responsibility and a duty to offer enthusiastic guidance and assistance.
In truth, Xiang Chang'an needed no reminder from Hou Xiangyang. He understood perfectly well that, in terms of background and ability, there were few people who could match this young man-not just in his little group, but anywhere in the country.
Zhou Yi might have modestly promised to follow any order, but would Xiang Chang'an really dare to boss him around without restraint, sending him off to do whatever he pleased?
What a joke. The leaders of the Central Discipline Inspection Commission had specifically assigned Zhou Yi here to learn, familiarize himself with inspection work, and broaden his political horizons in preparation for more important duties in the future. He had not come merely to