If this connection loosens or even sends negative signals, then his upcoming communication with Qi Yun might be more difficult than expected.
"Zhang Dayong, oh Zhang Dayong..." Qin Minghui muttered to himself, his fingers gently tapping the windowsill.
...
Half an hour later, at the New District Branch, Zhang Dayong received a phone call and hurriedly left the office.
He jogged all the way to the parking lot, sitting in the back seat of a black Audi.
"Director, why did you come personally?" Zhang Dayong spoke with the same respectful tone as always, showing no change.
"I was passing by, so I thought I'd stop to see you." Qin Minghui's tone was flat as his gaze swept over Zhang Dayong's face, "You look well, it's good that recent events didn't affect you."
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Director. Ultimately, the recent issues were due to my lack of vigilance, causing trouble for you."
