Zheng Bihui felt he must have been insane.
Otherwise, how could he have uttered such words?
Secretary Lu was not insane; he spoke calmly, "Old Zheng, how much hope do you think you have of getting a position in the province? Let's not even mention the province, what about in a major economic city? How likely is that?"
"You are the Mayor, and during your term you haven't achieved anything notable, except for the high-speed rail project."
"One high-speed rail project isn't enough to support your ascent. Even if you pull some strings, at best you'll get a lateral transfer."
"Have you ever thought about whether a lateral transfer is meaningful?"
Zheng Bihui did not respond.
He knew his own situation clearly, and what Secretary Lu said was not wrong.
His current struggle was mainly to take a chance on luck.
Who knows, there might be an opportunity to rise further?
As for the position of Secretary, of course he was tempted.
But he didn't trust Lu Zhizhong.
