Zhou Qing lit a cigarette, his face brimming with the look of a man who had the spring wind at his back.
He laughed and said, "Of course, even without the promotion, being Ning's secretary has its perks. At the very least, my words carry a lot more weight."
Like Zhou Weining, Zhou Qing wasn't actually due for a promotion by years of service.
He could only speak through his political achievements.
During this period, Zhou Qing understood Zhou Weining's intentions well, having been given quite a few projects to manage, all with the goal of boosting his performance to silence any naysayers during his extraordinary promotion.
After all, in the county, the county party secretary's word was law.
"Shall we celebrate a little?"
Xu Xiaowan pointed at the liquor cabinet, "Since Qing doesn't have to go to the county office, why don't I whip up a couple of dishes and we'll have a couple of drinks?"
