Liu Zhizhong's political mind was now really powerful enough.
The upcoming personnel reshuffles in the Southeast had suddenly taken a turn, which made him realize something.
Pretty much everyone who ought to be moved was being moved: the young were being promoted upward, the older ones were shifted to higher posts and bigger stages, that was the norm. As long as your seniority was there and your record was there, it was as it should be.
But what about Xiong Wenwu's situation? What was going on?
He wasn't moving? At least, there was no news about him getting out.
By rights, his seniority and performance both qualified. Why wasn't he moving?
Huh???
There's a problem?
If you don't move, either you're being put on ice, or you're going down…
It was just that, at this small dinner table, Liu Zhizhong still kept these thoughts to himself.
Whether he could verify it, he'd have to go back and do his homework!
