Coming out of the conference room, Zhou Xingjian followed Song Guanchao to the office.
"Old Zhou, have a seat." Song Guanchao poured him a cup of tea and tossed him a cigarette.
The two were getting more familiar with each other, and Song Guanchao was getting used to relying on him. Moreover, he was obedient, so he was often the first to come to mind for certain opportunities.
Zhou Xingjian lit the cigarette, took a puff, and asked, "Director Song, shouldn't you steer clear of economic matters?"
He couldn't say much at the meeting, but now that it was just the two of them and they had this relationship, he asked directly.
Song Guanchao knew he would ask and said, "Mayor Wu and I are one unit. If she's not doing well, I can't be doing well either, right? You know what kind of mess Jiangzhou was in last year."
Zhou Xingjian asked, "So what solutions do you have? What's the point of the investigation?"
In his view, investigation was just a waste of time, a thankless task.
