This whole setup was aimed squarely at him—at Xiao Feng. And the mastermind was clearly the man right in front of him, laughing and chatting with the bank president.
He searched his memory for a long time but couldn't find a single thing connecting him to this man. Something's not right. When exactly did I offend such a heavyweight?
While chatting amiably with Sun Dasheng, Wang Jianshe glanced at his two dejected subordinates. As an old fox well-versed in the politics of the establishment, he knew there was something more to today's dinner banquet. But he was more than happy to play dumb. The credit manager was a holdover from his predecessor, and he had long wanted to promote his own person to the position but had never found a good opportunity. Now, a perfect, above-board excuse to replace the man had just fallen into his lap.