Song Guanchao put down the materials and said to Zeng Li, "Keep an eye on these for me."
He and Xu Xin walked out of the office and he asked, "What's wrong?"
Xu Xin glanced at the door of the Comprehensive Department and whispered, "Recently, quite a few people at the City Committee have been talking about you."
"What are they saying about me?"
Xu Xin seemed hesitant, as if the discussion was somewhat unfavorable.
"It's okay, just tell me."
"They say you ride a motorbike to work and that it's a bit pretentious, too showy."
"Is that all?" Song Guanchao laughed. The fact that he rode a motorbike could unbelievably become a topic of gossip.
"Secretary Song, this isn't a good trend, and public opinion is something to be feared. If these words reach the leaders' ears, it might leave a bad impression of you."
Xu Xin initially heard just one or two people talking, but then more and more joined in.