Evening.
Song Guanchao arrived at the restaurant early, and when the cold dishes were served, Jiang Yuan arrived.
"District Chief Song, how have you been?"
Jiang Yuan came over and shook his hand.
Song Guanchao vaguely remembered the first time Jiang Yuan invited him to dinner.
It was at the most luxurious club in Lingjiang, and besides him, there was his secretary and two businesspeople.
At that time, Jiang Yuan still held the speech power of the city government.
But times have changed, and now Jiang Yuan is like a deflated balloon.
The power in his hands has been fragmented, and his position can't be promoted.
It's expected that he will stay in the Deputy Mayor's position until retirement.
During the meal, Jiang Yuan talked about everything but didn't get to the point.
Song Guanchao also didn't rush him. If he wanted to go around in circles, so be it.
About seventy percent full, Song Guanchao put down his chopsticks and sipped tea to rinse his mouth.
