Qiu Xiaohua instinctively asked, "Consider what?"
"Little brother, the affairs of the Communist Party are not as simple as you think. Trying to drive away someone with the surname Han by just a few complaint letters, what a joke! Haven't you thought about it? Almost every official has been reported at some point!"
"So what should we do?"
"Such matters require long-term planning and careful strategizing. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. You better go back and ask your uncle about it."
Li Guangming patted his shoulder and walked away without looking back.
Qiu Xiaohua was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, rushed to the door wanting to ask Li Guangming for his contact, but Li's figure had already disappeared around the corner.
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Several out-of-town sand dredging bosses on the river were transporting sand, ship by ship, to the dock, where the crane at the dock was still dripping water when scooping sand out of the ship's hold.
