"Gong Zheng?" Nie Zhenbang repeated.
His gaze shifted to Chen Le at his side, who shared the same puzzled expression. After musing for a bit, Chen Le said, "Isn't Gong Zheng in Meiping City? Why would he suddenly call?"
As the Secretary of the Provincial Disciplinary Committee, Gong Zheng's performance could no longer be simply described as diligent; a more fitting description seemed to be that he was working desperately.
For someone who was nearly sixty years old, still shuttling between cities, Gong Zheng's attitude represented his character—a true disciplinary officer, a person who would not tolerate the slightest wrongdoing.
Taking the phone, Nie Zhenbang said, "Hello!"
