Listening to Song Guanchao's words, Director Yao still knelt on the ground, trembling, while County Magistrate Hou's face twitched, his heart burning with anger.
He knew what Song Guanchao meant.
This half a day in the cell couldn't have been for nothing.
To resolve the issue was simple; they too must sit half a day in the cell.
County Magistrate Hou had never suffered such humiliation.
This was Dujiang County, and he was the top official here.
On his own turf, to be oppressed by a secretary from the City Committee, he couldn't bear it.
County Magistrate Hou took a deep breath, still maintaining a smile, "No need, I'd better go back to sleep."
Song Guanchao, who had just stood up, paused for a moment, stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded.
Then he said to Political Commissioner Zhong, "Brother Zhong, how many people have come?"
Political Commissioner Zhong replied, "Everyone's here."
