"Oh, isn't this Secretary Guo? What's the matter? Couldn't stick it out at the Political and Legal Committee and came here to surrender? You're a high-ranking provincial official, you know. This small temple can't accommodate such a big deity as you."
A single sentence.
Full of sarcasm.
After all, the recent events of Chen Fang have caused quite an uproar in the city, and Guo Pingjian's role in it is well-known to everyone.
Under normal circumstances, Guo Pingjian would have retorted long ago.
But today is different.
He wasn't here to argue with Wang Xiajun.
"Secretary Wang, can we go to the office and have a chat?"
Guo Pingjian asked sincerely.
Wang Xiajun waved his hand dismissively, saying, "I don't have time for your idle chat, Secretary Chen is about to arrive, and there's plenty to deal with."
He deliberately mentioned Chen Fang to provoke Guo Pingjian.
This is what you'd call kicking someone when they're down.
Or hitting a man when he's down.
