Zhou Yi had never intended to compete with him.
Because he really could not win.
He knew Shan Wenxu all too well. In his previous life, when Shan Wenxu had served as mayor, he had sparked heated discussion online.
With a master's degree in management science and engineering from Capital City University, he had started out as deputy director of a prefecture-level city's construction commission, then moved up almost every year, becoming a county head at twenty-nine.
To understand this man's career progression, you had to analyze it from multiple angles and on multiple levels.
His impeccable political pedigree was one factor; his talent and ability were another.
You could say he had connections, but you could not say he lacked merit.
Anyway, judging by the course of events in Zhou Yi's previous life, before Zhou Yi had been struck and killed, Shan Wenxu had apparently become the Party secretary of Ganquan City in Jiangnan Province.
"Aunt Mu, Aunt Tian." A lean young man with a resolute face and a piercing gaze also stepped forward to greet Mu Yalan and Tian Ruping.
Mu Yalan, the wife of the Provincial Party Committee secretary, actually broke into an unusually radiant smile. Warmly, yet with marked respect, she said, "Your Uncle Jian told me you were coming. It was very thoughtful of you. Really, Shu Yue just invited a few friends over to celebrate. Is Old Xiao keeping well? I asked your Aunt Tian to get a few boxes of red ginseng. This is the perfect chance for you to take them back."
Tian Ruping gave Mu Yalan a grateful look. All those years of friendship had not been for nothing—she really did remember her when a good opportunity came along. That seemingly casual mention of "your Aunt Tian" was worth at least