"They're going to make a move on us soon?"
Both were startled, unsure where Song Guanchao had drawn his conclusion from.
Zhang Meilin suppressed the urge to ask, but Fu Ying had fewer reservations and directly asked, "Why do you say that?"
Song Guanchao said, "Let me ask you, if you were Hou Wen's confidant, and Hou Wen fell from power and a new Secretary took over, what would you do?"
Fu Ying answered, "I would try to curry favor with Secretary Zhang and get close to him."
Song Guanchao smiled, "That's right."
Both were initially stunned, then showed looks of sudden realization.
They understood!
Just like Fu Ying said, to curry favor and get close was the normal choice.
But since their appointment, a week had already passed.
Up to now, not a single leader in the city had taken the initiative to talk to them, let alone show any goodwill.
Song Guanchao said, "They have not come close to you, which means they have already formed their clique privately."
