Leaving the City Committee, Song Guanchao felt he should buy a car since commuting was so inconvenient without one.
When he got into the taxi, he made sure to observe carefully to make sure no one was following him.
He met Liang Jianfeng in a dingy little eatery.
Liang Jianfeng was just over fifty, with a height of one meter seventy-eight, and his physique was well-maintained; the contours of his muscles were clearly visible.
For someone in the high-ranking position of a deputy director, this was extremely rare.
"Hello, Secretary Song," Liang Jianfeng stood up and shook his hand.
"Hello, Director Liang."
The two men sat down, and Song Guanchao quickly took stock of the situation, nodding to himself in approval.
Liang Jianfeng's short hair, partially gray, was neatly trimmed, and he exuded the bearing of a soldier—determined eyes and an upright posture.
He had dealt with many police officers, especially during his time serving in the military.
