By July, Qin Guanglin had officially been promoted to director.
Chen Rui's office had already been cleared out, and together they moved the documents and tools onto the desk, then closed the door and chatted for a while.
At the end, Chen Rui patted him on the shoulder, earnestly saying, "Hang in there; for the next while, it's all in your hands."
"Don't worry, I've got this."
Qin Guanglin nodded, watching Chen Rui turn and leave, closing the door behind him. Alone, he sat behind his desk, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh, turning his head to look out the window.
The eighth floor was neither high nor low, offering a broad view with no particularly tall buildings in the way. One could overlook most of the commercial district, where people of all shapes and colors went back and forth in the streets and the flow of cars weaved through the distant highway – so near yet so far.
