As Zhou Yi left the deer farm, he received a call from Shan Wenxu.
"Tan Yanzhong from Tianlai City asked me for your mobile number. He'll probably call you today," said Shan, who had been promoted to Municipal Party Secretary of Gufeng City the previous year, yawning lazily.
"Are you two close? What's Tan Yanzhong's story?"
Zhou Yi paused. He knew that Chen Yurong had arranged this favor through Zhong Baixiang, Executive Vice Provincial Governor of Eastern Guangdong Province, and Wang Jinyu, Mayor of Tianlai City. Yet now it was Municipal Party Secretary Tan Yanzhong who wanted to contact him. The maneuvering behind this was certainly intriguing.
"We met once at my second uncle's birthday celebration. I don't think he has any ulterior motives. He probably just wants to claim a little credit with our esteemed Secretary Zhou and take the opportunity to get acquainted. Plenty of people in our circles want to get to know you these days!" Shan Wenxu said with a laugh.
He was stating the plain, unvarnished truth. These days, many people were racking their brains for a way to establish ties with the Jian Family, and the most effective route was to get acquainted with the family's son-in-law, Zhou Yi.
In that respect, his family was already far ahead of most others.
Turning his former enemy Zhou Yi into a friend, then becoming close buddies and maintaining that close relationship over the years, had always been a decision he took pride in.
His elders-even his second uncle, who rarely praised anyone-had commended his "foresight and broad-mindedness," leaving him immensely pleased with himself.
"In that case, I should give Secretary Tan a call. I really ought to thank him properly for what he did for my parents' neighbors. Send me his mobile number in a moment!"