Evening.
Song Guanchao had already secured a spot at a hotpot restaurant, which was particularly famous in Jiangzhou and always overflowing with people, making reservations extremely difficult.
Fortunately, with Lin Peng around, a local, Song Guanchao could get a table.
While he was on his way to the hotpot restaurant, he suddenly received a call from Fu Ying.
"I might be a bit late, a county mayor made a reservation, and we're gathering."
Fu Ying's tone was filled with helplessness.
Being in the bureaucratic world, there were many times when you couldn't control your movements.
Especially when attending party school, with colleagues inviting, and especially when it's the first invitation, it's hard to refuse.
After all, it was an occasion meant for making friends and networking.
Song Guanchao understood, "No problem, take your time eating, you can join us afterward, as if catching the second showing. We've got plenty of time."
"Mm, I'm sorry."
