"Lao Wu, your consolation isn't comforting at all, but I understand your intention." The northern district won't turn into a headless fly just because it's missing its leadership. On the contrary, these leaders' presence is entirely worthless; Wu Mian was trying to convey this point. "Yao Zheng, after all, was promoted by the old leader. I'll give him one last chance. If he pleads guilty, he can resign and handle it quietly. If he remains obstinate, we'll proceed with the judicial process!"
"Yes, Secretary Hua!"
It was rare for Yao Zheng to appear in the office early in the morning. Today, he looked unusually spirited, personally tidying up his office. The desk, usually piled high with various files, was now spotless. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the vehicles passing below.
