"You say it's for treatment, but didn't you take advantage of me?"
Hua Ru said somewhat coyly.
Chen Fang replied, "Please don't say that. You have no idea how hard this process was for me. I almost died of exhaustion."
"Died happily, you mean?"
Hua Ru said disdainfully.
...
The next morning at nine-thirty.
A standing committee meeting initiated by Xu Jianfeng was convened.
Except for the deceased Meng Zheqing, all twelve members of the committee were present.
Unlike every previous meeting, today Xu Jianfeng sat in the main seat, clearly more upright, and his face bore a confident smile.
Conversely,
Xue Bo, who was to be disciplined, remained silent, his face clouded with gloom.
The state of the two men made it clear who was in a better position.
Such a scene was not surprising at all.
Previously, the Guyang City standing committee was divided into three factions, like loose sand. Though Xu Jianfeng was the top leader, he lacked the authority to make decisions.