"Do you know why I called you here?" Ten minutes later, Zhou Jingxian finally spoke.
"Well..." Zhang Jiunian slightly furrowed his brow, "Mr. Zhou, I really don't know, please don't make this difficult for me."
Zhou Jingxian pointed to the chair beside him, "Sit down and let's talk."
Zhang Jiunian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief; at his age, being punished to stand in an office was taxing both physically and mentally. Fortunately, he had long trained himself to have nerves of steel and had a method for controlling his facial muscles, which usually wouldn't reveal any flaws.
"There have been more issues with the old town renovation recently. I'm sure you've been actively dealing with them," Zhou Jingxian said, "But I've heard that your methods of problem-solving haven't been very honorable."
