Zhang Dayong was at a loss for words; this question was basically the same as the one asked by the previous person.
In terms of procedure, the letter from the National Cultural Heritage Administration had confidentiality requirements, and he wasn't obligated to report it upward, but in actual work, no one did this.
Zhang Dayong remained silent and didn't respond; he had already prepared himself for punishment before entering this office.
The other party, even if dissatisfied, would only scold him verbally for a few words. At least until that matter, which had been brewing for several months, completely cleared up, there was no way they could really act against him, unless Zhang Dayong foolishly exposed a vital weakness.
After a round of scolding, Ma Chaoyang seemed to have vented his anger: "Alright, you may go now."
"Alright, alright, you go ahead with your work, leader." Zhang Dayong got up as if he had received an amnesty and walked towards the door.
