Qian Pengcheng appeared to be in his fifties, with a thin, dark build. He was wearing an old-fashioned jacket, and beneath his semi-bald head, a few sparse strands of hair valiantly swayed in the breeze.
If he hadn't revealed his identity, Chen Shouyi would never have guessed that this little old man was a district chief, no, the acting mayor!
He shook hands separately with Chen Shouyi and Zhang Miaomiao, finally gripping Chen Shouyi tightly. A string of transparent blisters at the corner of his mouth became shiny as he spoke hoarsely:
"Chief Advisor Chen, I've seen your name in Everyone's Daily. With your arrival, we feel assured!"
Chen Shouyi gently struggled, but his counterpart seemed unaware. He had to endure the discomfort of being tightly held by an old man, and he said, "Mayor Qian, you're too kind. I'll do my best. Can you let go of my hand first?"
