At this moment, inside Yang Ke's office, the middle-aged man who had previously interrogated Zhang Xiaobei stood with his hands hanging, his expression unusually severe.
"Old Xiao, how many years have you worked at the station?"
Xiao Keqiang didn't know why Yang Ke would suddenly ask this question.
"Deputy Chief, I have been working here since graduating from college, it should be thirty-seven years now," Xiao Keqiang replied seriously.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ke nodded lightly, "So that means, by this time next year, you'll be due for retirement."
The more Xiao Keqiang listened, the more confused he became, always feeling that Yang Ke's words had another meaning, but for a moment he couldn't grasp what Yang Ke's true intentions were.
"Deputy Chief, I still have two years left."
"Oh, two years, two years..." Yang Ke murmured to himself, slowly standing up and walking to the window. "Old Xiao, how many years have you worked under me?"
"Thirty-two years!"
