Secretary Sun arrived at the guesthouse in the Provincial City and gently knocked on the door of Lu Zhizhong's room.
The door opened, and Lu Zhizhong smiled, "Xiao Sun, it's been a while."
"Governor Lu!"
Secretary Sun stood straight, his voice filled with intense emotion, like a long-lost relative.
Lu Zhizhong, having met countless people, could easily see it was his deliberate emotion.
He didn't expose him.
If nothing else, at least during the past few years in Lingjiang, he was always his secretary.
He might lack ability, not have great character, and his vision was rather narrow.
But it's all in the past, and Lu Zhizhong wasn't the kind to dwell on such things.
"Governor Lu, I brought you a specialty from home."
Secretary Sun handed over what he had.
"That's thoughtful of you."
"Come in."
Lu Zhizhong welcomed him inside.
The room wasn't big, just a bed, a table, and a chair.
