Before this.
In Dongchuan Province, Fu Zhiquan was the top leader, the only person whose word was as good as a nail.
But now, things are different.
Chen Fang, a deputy ministerial-level cadre, has become a sword of Damocles hanging overhead.
Power is the best lubricant.
It can smooth out those who hold their heads high and straighten their backs.
After being stunned for a few seconds.
Fu Zhiquan smiled, took the initiative to stand up, and said: "Secretary Chen, you are also a leader of our Dongchuan Province. If you need any resources, there's no need to come all the way to see me. Just have the people below make it happen."
"I asked, but you didn't allow it."
Chen Fang replied.
Fu Zhiquan's expression turned very unpleasant.
He could only force a smile.
He asked, "So may I ask, Secretary Chen, what brings you to see me this time? Is there anything I can assist with?"
"Then you should take a look at this first..."
