Afternoon.
In a restaurant near the party school, Song Guanchao met Lu Zhizhong, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Xiao Song, long time no see."
Lu Zhizhong didn't shake his hand, but patted his shoulder instead, from the address to the gesture, conveying the familiarity of an old friend.
They hadn't interacted much, but Lu Zhizhong was deeply impressed with this young man who was just a secretary at the time.
After all, Song Guanchao was the one who stopped his attempt to transfer hundreds of company enterprises from Lingjiang.
It's impossible not to have a deep impression.
"Secretary Lu looks good in spirit."
This was not a courtesy; he thought after the last incident, Lu Zhizhong would become depressed, but apparently not.
His mental state was even better than when he was in Lingjiang.
Song Guanchao asked the waiter to serve the dishes directly and ordered a pot of Longjing tea.
"There's training in the afternoon, Secretary Lu, I'll use tea instead of alcohol."
