The evening, the second-floor private room at the guesthouse.
All the leaders gathered and sat around the table.
Zheng Bihui's face no longer showed the suppressed anger from the day. He raised his glass and said, "Welcome, Governor Qu. I hope you can lead Lingjiang to greater developments."
The others also raised their glasses one by one.
The secretaries sat at the adjacent table.
Secretary Sun's files had not been transferred yet, but Zheng Bihui was adamant about bringing him over.
This guy's luck couldn't be judged as good or bad.
Lu Zhizhong was gone. He should have been all alone, inevitably facing marginalization.
Yet, he clung to Zheng Bihui's leg.
Unfortunately, this leg wasn't strong enough.
Song Guanchao kept his head down, focusing on eating, without going over to toast.
A whole table of leaders giving a welcome banquet to Qu Xiangru, it wasn't his place to show off.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.
