In his office, Jian Wanyan sat drinking tea and chatting at ease with Wei Siqi, who would soon step down as secretary of the Southwest Province Provincial Party Committee.
"Restrain your desires and refuse to become their slave. It sounds simple, but how many people can actually do it? My fondness and admiration for Zhou Yi aren't just because he's far more mature and levelheaded than others his age, or because of his extraordinary abilities and talents. More importantly, he has always maintained a calm, unwavering restraint when it comes to money and beautiful women!"
Whenever Wei Siqi spoke with Jian Wanyan, at least half their conversation revolved around Zhou Yi.
He didn't bring it up because Jian Wanyan liked hearing it. He liked talking about it and wanted Jian Wanyan to listen.
What was wrong with an uncle enjoying a chance to praise his nephew?
"Why do you think Zhou Yi caught my eye in the first place?" The corners of Jian Wanyan's mouth rose out of habit. That was another old habit he simply couldn't break!
He and Wei Siqi knew every detail of the complaint letter against Zhou Yi, down to its punctuation. To them, the allegations were utterly laughable.
Their trust in Zhou Yi had never been subjective or blind.
It was a conclusion reached only after a comprehensive, meticulous investigation that hadn't spared even his kindergarten and primary school years, an exhaustive understanding of his character, and thorough assessments of his conduct at critical stages and on important matters!
"Du Changqing called just now. He said the Investigation Team hasn't made any progress in Jiangnan, and he plans to recall them in a couple of days. But Wan Kai disagrees. He thinks they should keep investigating and looking for leads. He even said it was