After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chubin was lost in contemplation. To be honest, he was envious. The officials in Lixian couldn't grasp the situation, but Zhang Chubin had learnt about it through Liu Wenqing. The training of the young elites at the Party School of the Autonomous Region was set to last for a year. It was a long time, but it wasn't full-time. Additionally, this level and the time were carefully calculated. It was a sign that Nie Zhenbang was being primed for promotion.
At this moment, if it was possible, Zhang Chubin would even be willing to switch his position as County Party Secretary with Nie Zhenbang, and then he himself could go to the young elites. Imagine, a Deputy Department-level official, surrounded by Vice-Minister-level classmates, what a vast network of relationships this would be in the future.
