"County Magistrate, what's wrong with you?"
The driver, noticing that Hou Wen's hand holding the cigarette was trembling, was somewhat worried, fearing something might be wrong with his health.
"It's nothing."
County Magistrate Hou casually tossed the cigarette out of the window and said, "Find a nearby restaurant."
"Okay."
Ten minutes later, the car stopped outside a nearby restaurant.
County Magistrate Hou sat alone in a private room, with three dishes and a soup on the table, but he had no appetite.
He wasn't hungry, he just wanted to find a quiet place to calm down and think carefully.
The reactions of Mayor Zheng and Secretary Lu were too unusual.
As leaders whose power had been undermined, they couldn't have been entirely indifferent to his proposal.
County Magistrate Hou could tell that they were tempted.
But they restrained themselves.
This was not normal, too abnormal.
Yes, even if they collaborated with Hou Wen, there were certainly risks involved.
