"Monkey, that man named Cui Yong just now, he's the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary! Do you think our boss can handle this?"
Walking behind Ye Chenfeng and Zhu Maode, Li Pangzi quietly asked the Monkey beside him, feeling the weight of the secretary of the municipal party committee secretary, who was akin to a favored eunuch beside the ancient emperor. This kind of people, who could twist words and play with public opinion, could spell disaster for Zhu Maode with just a few bad words in front of the municipal party committee secretary. Zhu Maode's position as director would indeed be difficult to retain if that happened.
