November 2nd.
Noon.
Baiwei Restaurant.
Inside Qingfeng Box.
In the box sat three people, Tang Qing, Zhang Dongqing, and Zheng Xiu, whom they had met last time.
The three didn't sit next to each other. Zhang Dongqing and Zheng Xiu sat in the leading seats, and Tang Qing was sitting at the door facing them. After all, the theme of the dinner was paying back the money, so they needed to have a negotiation appearance.
Tang Qing noticed.
Some melancholy was gone from Zhang Dongqing's eyebrows.
Apparently, he's been doing well in business recently.
Zheng Xiu was still in casual clothes. Zheng Xiu graduated from the Party School last weekend. As for his new position, from the reliable news, he was likely to be appointed as the director of the Public Security in Qing Shui County, his hometown county town.
A position of full section level.
One level higher than his uncle.
In his previous life.
He knew the names of the officials in his hometown county town.
