Jin Zhanpeng's tone softened, and it carried a hint of placation.
"Mayor Han, about that, there's a comrade named Dai Fei at the City Gate Police Station, who is a distant relative of mine. Do you recall him?"
Han Jianpeng raised his eyebrows. Was this all of Jin's political savvy?
At a time like this, shouldn't he be hastening to distance himself from the situation?
Shouldn't he be busily managing the aftermath?
Han Jianpeng had a decent relationship with Jin Zhanpeng, but most importantly, Jin Zhanpeng was a student of Secretary Gao from the provincial committee—it was best not to offend if it could be avoided.
Han Jianpeng dropped a hint.
"Old Jin, you still have such distant relatives? I haven't heard of him."
Jin Zhanpeng had indeed been a bit flustered just now, but with Han Jianpeng's reminder, he quickly regained his composure!
Jin Zhanpeng couldn't resist slapping himself lightly, hastening to follow up on what Han Jianpeng said.
