Secretary Lu didn't go to scold him; now was not the time to deal with such matters.
He didn't bother, but Zheng Bihui couldn't stand it.
"Outrageous!"
Zheng Bihui rebuked him as he turned his back, "Song Guanchao, from now on, you are dismissed! Don't come to work tomorrow, stay at home and rest!"
What the hell kind of thing is this!
A mere secretary, having made a few achievements, thinks he's somebody?
All the most powerful leaders in the city are here, when is it your turn to butt in?
Song Guanchao stopped, turned his head, and sneered, "Mayor Zheng, you are the head of the municipal government, when is it your turn to manage the City Committee? Secretary Lu is not dead yet, and you're thinking about seizing power? You have the nerve to dismiss me?"
Zheng Bihui was furious; he could tolerate Song Guanchao's private disrespect.
But speaking in such a tone in front of so many people, if he didn't do something today, the Mayor would have no face left.
