At that moment, Fang Yuanshan pondered briefly before smiling and saying, "Secretary Nie, here in Jingcheng, your connections are far deeper than mine. When the time comes, running off to various departments will undoubtedly require Secretary Nie's considerable effort. The grand future of Hongjiang rests on Secretary Nie's operations."
Hearing this, Nie Zhenbang laughed heartily, looking at Fang Yuanshan and saying, "Old Fang, I guess you mean to say that I've visited eight different ministries in one day. This reputation is now widely known, a notorious spread far and wide."
Fang Yuanshan also started to laugh. At that moment, he sensed a different style from the past tense relationship with Nie Zhenbang when they were drawn swords and ready bows. Back then, he was gloomy all the time. Every day, his mind was not on how to better develop Hongjiang's economy, but on how he might turn the tables. In the end, it all became an international joke. He himself almost got caught up in it.
