A sharp gleam flashed in Municipal Party Secretary Qiu Ling's eyes as she watched the young man on the stage, resolute and composed in his police uniform.
The Yangcheng Public Security Bureau had gone through five directors in four years. Two had fallen over corruption, one had been dismissed for mishandling a major mass incident, and the other two had died in car accidents on their way to oversee major investigations.
That was Yangcheng. If you refused to wallow in the mire with the rest of them, you had to be prepared to be crushed to pieces.
She knew Zhou Yi's history and his achievements in Dongji County, but she still did not believe he could make much of a splash in this sunless pit that was Yangcheng.
After all, he was far too young!
Just like Mayor Shan Wenxu, who sat beside her.
Shan Wenxu was also watching Zhou Yi speak on the stage.
Of course he knew that Provincial Party Secretary Jian Wanyan had personally selected Zhou Yi for this appointment.
And logically speaking, Zhou Yi should have counted as his ally. After all, they had come to Yangcheng with the same objective.
Yet he felt a powerful aversion to Zhou Yi, bordering on hostility.
It was not merely because of Jian Shuyue.
More than anything, he sensed an inexplicable threat, as though this fellow would soon catch up with him and become his rival in his official career, perhaps even his nemesis.
Political Commissar Qiu Weiping stared darkly at the young figure. He had thought that once Cao Zhi fell, he would naturally take over as director. This had not been wishful thinking; the city leadership had promised him the post. He had never imagined that an unexpected contender would cut in halfway through, a greenhorn who