Yan Baiyang was the last one to leave Feng Yuxing's office.

Feng Yuxing lit a cigarette and slowly moved to the balcony. The yellow residue all around him added some spice to his confused thoughts.

"What they said just now was right. We need to prepare something! But there is nothing to prepare! Speaking of preparation, we must be mentally prepared!" The cigarette kept smoking in his mouth and his hands were in his pockets.

"The level is still a bit low, and the power is not enough!" Feng Yuxing felt deeply touched.

It was only a short time since he transferred from the army to work in the local government, but he was already very popular for a while.

He is not overly fanatical in his pursuit of power. He only hopes that the power in his hands can serve as a support for his actions rather than the goal of his pursuit.

He had never truly felt the power of authority, but in the context of the hostility between him and the Jing and Ba families, he began to understand the immense destructive power hidden behind authority. This was a completely new experience, and for someone who had never experienced the baptism of power before, the impact was particularly strong.

The following days seemed to be calm, but everyone was waiting to see the outcome of the matter between Feng Yuxing and the two major families in the provincial capital.

Face is more important than the law! This is the inherent concept of some powerful forces! It is also a pain point for government officials.

A month passes quietly like flowing water in people's expectations, and every day seems like a silent call for the future.

On the streets and in the alleys, after dinner, the discussions about this matter gradually lost their initial enthusiasm and passion, the voices gradually became weaker, and even the words were reduced to whining.

On this day, Feng Yuxing was enjoying the rare silence when his cell phone rang quickly. It was an urgent call from the Provincial Party Committee, telling him to come to the Provincial Party Committee tomorrow morning.

"What's coming will eventually come!" Feng Yuxing sighed, "It's time to ask Secretary Yan for a long vacation!"

. . . . . .

"Comrade Yuxing is here! Come and sit down!" Yan Baiyang said with a smile.

"Thank you!" Feng Yuxing didn't hesitate and sat down on the sofa.

Feng Yuxing was transferred to Xiyun City Government to work. It wasn't long, but his unconventional style suppressed those old Xiyun people who loved to play tricks.

Yan Baiyang has also gained the dominant power in the Standing Committee, so Yan Baiyang, the municipal party secretary, likes Feng Yuxing from the bottom of his heart and it is not just talk.

"Comrade Yuxing, is there something wrong?" Yan Baiyang saw that Feng Yuxing's face didn't show any joy, nor did he see any sadness. He was someone who knew Feng Yuxing well, and thought to himself, "Could it be that what he said a month ago has come true?"

"I guess so! I came here to ask for a leave!" Feng Yuxing took the tea brewed by Yan Baiyang's secretary Yuan Xian and took a sip. "I think it will be long-term, with no time limit!"

"Did the Provincial Party Committee make a subversive assessment of what happened to you a month ago?" Yan Baiyang was shocked. Although Feng Yuxing had discussed his judgment with him a month ago, when it really happened, he still didn't want to believe it was a fact.

"I don't know! But I just received a call from the Provincial Party Committee, asking me to go there early tomorrow morning! I think it has something to do with this matter!"

Feng Yuxing spoke calmly, but with a hint of sadness in his tone.

As a person involved, he is very sensitive to what is about to happen to him. When the provincial party committee called him across levels and did not say what was going on, the first thing he thought of was that he was related to what happened in Jingba.

"Based on your feeling, will it be the same as what you talked about the other day?" Yan Baiyang asked a little unwillingly and anxiously.

You know, it is an indisputable fact that Feng Yuxing's ability to continue working in Xiyun City will be of great help to him.

Although Mayor Qiu Shangzhi is now on the same front with him, this is also based on the strong support of Feng Yuxing. If Feng Yuxing leaves Xiyun, the old Xiyun will be suppressed, and it is possible that Qiu Shangnan will rise again as the old Xiyun.

"Nine out of ten times, I'll be dismissed from my post. Consider it a temporary break for me, and also a gesture of respect for the Jing and Ba families. This is the limit of the pressure the Provincial Party Committee can withstand!"

Imagining it is one thing, but actually experiencing it is another. Feng Yuxing couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Comrade Yuxing, don't think too badly of this matter. The Provincial Party Committee asked you to go, maybe there is something else to discuss, right?" This was the last stubbornness of Yan Baiyang's thinking.

"I also hope it's as you think, but this is the distance between ideas and reality, unless our power has enough influence!" This was the first time Feng Yuxing talked about power in front of others since he entered politics. He felt so helpless.

. . . . . .

The next morning, after Feng Yuxing arrived at the provincial party committee compound, he asked his secretary Pei Qingyuan and the driver to go back to Xiyun first, and then he took his "cosmic step" and went to the office of Qiao Guping, the provincial party committee secretary.

"Hello, Secretary! Hello, Minister!" After Feng Yuxing entered Qiao Guping's office, he looked at the expressions of Qiao Guping, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, and Zhang Ge, Minister of Organization. They were calm but with a hint of embarrassment that was not easy to see.

As a result, the judgment in his mind before Feng Yuxing came became more certain, but since it has come, he might as well make the best of it.

"Yes! Now that you're here, sit down! Have some tea first!" Qiao Guping said with a hint of bitterness.

"Thank you!" Feng Yuxing's face was neither happy nor worried. After sitting down on the sofa, he directly picked up the tea prepared for him.

The tea in my mouth is bitter, like a cup of "xingjiu" that a prisoner drinks before being executed.

"Okay! Is Xiyun's work going well?" Qiao Guping seemed to be looking for trouble and spoke casually and nonchalantly.

"I think it's sorted out! Secretary Yan's control over the Standing Committee is much stronger than before!"

Feng Yuxing's answer wasn't the actual question, but it was his way of indirectly explaining to the provincial party committee leaders his achievements in Xiyun. This was also the original purpose of the provincial party committee sending him to Xiyun. It meant, "I've completed the task you assigned to me!"

"Well! You have made an indelible contribution to the smooth progress of Xiyun City! It has met the expectations of the Provincial Party Committee and the Provincial Government!"

Logically speaking, Feng Yuxing had made outstanding political achievements, which was something to be celebrated, but Qiao Guping sighed after he finished speaking.

Qiao Guping turned his head to look at the Organization Minister Zhang Ge, then picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Although Qiao Guping's movements were subtle, they did not escape Feng Yuxing's sharp eyes. Feng Yuxing knew Qiao Guping's thoughts very well and understood that he might be a little embarrassed and was not willing to speak directly.

So, he deliberately let the Organization Minister Zhang Ge break the silence and lead the conversation. This way, he avoided the awkward situation and started the conversation smoothly.