The people who were talking had finished their cigarettes and dispersed.
Zhou Qing, however, stood to the side, somewhat dazed.
He had thought that after Zhou Weining toppled Zhang Zhijiang, he would surely rise up the ranks, at the very least becoming more prominent within the county. As the county mayor's secretary, he would thrive—gradually rising through the ranks.
But if what everyone had just said was true, that Zhou Weining was likely to be transferred, what would he do then?
Zhou Qing's spirits couldn't help but sink; he had lost all appetite.
Until the afternoon, Zhou Qing never quite regained his spirits, wandering aimlessly like a headless fly, his mind preoccupied with the words spoken by everyone at noon.
However, he also secretly observed Zhou Weining's demeanor, who seemed composed and confident. At that moment, a realization flashed through Zhou Qing's mind.
He suddenly understood—he had been fooled. He had been misled by the rumors circulating in the county.
