On Tuesday morning, Chen Bin had just walked into the office.
Jiang Huai knocked on the door and came in.
"Secretary Chen, did you know that the town allocated a total of two hundred thousand yuan to the villages below?"
Chen Bin was a bit taken aback hearing this.
"No, I haven't heard about it at all. What is that two hundred thousand used for?"
"I heard it's supposed to enrich the villagers' intellectual and cultural lives, but as to the specific use, I don't know."
Two hundred thousand yuan is not a small sum for the impoverished Qinghe Town.
More importantly, Chen Bin, being the town's Party secretary, didn't even know about such a significant matter.
Looking at Chen Bin's calm expression, Jiang Huai was incredibly surprised.
Actually, this matter happened yesterday; he deliberately waited until today to speak about it to see Chen Bin's attitude.
Before entering the office, he guessed Chen Bin would surely be furious.
