The content of their conversation, they knew, was the economy.
Back then, they thought it might be because Secretary General Hao had taken a liking to Little Fang, or considered him a talented young man, and had developed a fondness for talent. They talked and offered him guidance.
In their spare time, when encountering an outstanding junior, wasting a bit of time to achieve the satisfaction of imparting wisdom, they occasionally felt this way themselves and could understand it.
They hadn't expected that after the Secretary General was promoted, he would come along with the mayor.
With the two of them together, it could not be just about giving pointers to a junior, and they even had a closed-door discussion with him.
What could they be discussing that would make two leaders so serious?
One hardly dared to think about it.
The meal was slowly being prepared upstairs, still no signs of activity, the firefighting leaders hurried over, then waited idly.
